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She opened her eyes.
How did she get here? Where was here?
She knew she had been looking for something important, something she could not remember because she had lost it a long time ago – a lifetime ago.
There was blackness all around. She was exhausted. Was this the end or was this her destination? So many questions. She tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness but still, nothing…
Time had become meaningless, place had become meaningless, her life had been meaningless.
She opened her eyes – again – and suddenly she saw or rather knew. There was a door. There was no door handle, no lock and it just would not open no matter how hard she tried. Finally she was too exhausted to continue and she lay down, falling asleep before she even touched the ground.
She was walking again, the sun was getting lower and she had reached a forest path at the side of a lake.
A leaf playing in the wind,
The golden key –
Turn of the Season.
It danced away in front of her…she started to run…she reached out…it settled gently on her outstretched hand.
She woke, the door opened and she stepped outside into the sunlight…tears of joy flowing down her face (like they do on mine now…).