I see the lady in white on the balcony go to a cupboard, pull out a drawer and put something inside. She then reenters the home through a sliding glass door. I go to the balcony, pull open the drawer, see a key and take it. I also enter the house, walk through the living room, through an archway and into a small dark room with a giant mechanism built into the far wall like a bank vault. Before it stands a young woman, the Guardian of the Gate. I hand the key to her and she inserts it into the mechanism and turns it. Gradually the mechanism takes on a new form. Circling it is a fiery dragon. Inside is a pentagon shaped iris that slowly opens to expose a wondrous landscape on a foreign world. I recognize the mechanism as the Iris of Time. I turn the dragon to match the point in my plot pentagon where I am currently writing, and then I enter the Iris, walk along a bridge to the center of the Imaginarium where I see Mnemosyne, mother of the Muses. She turns to face me, smiles and disappears into the framework of the dodecahedron. Before me stands NyLoh, her eyes again filled with tears.
“Thank you for coming,” I say. “I realize how difficult this is for you. I’m surprised you came.”
“How could I possibly miss it? I love Misaki’s and Ikasim’s story, although it is hard in the telling. Let us begin.”
She sits on the sofa and I take the chair across from the coffee table.