A Journey Through the Ever Clear Mirror
Part One: The Passage
Artist’s Note — Step Lightly
There are places the soul remembers before the mind can name them — thresholds that hum with recognition the moment you arrive. Step Lightly was born of that tremor, that subtle stirring beneath the ribs when something ancient begins to turn toward you again.
The butterflies are not symbols of change, but carriers of memory — fragments of light returning home. They gather when the air begins to shift, when the unseen starts to breathe through stone.
This is where The Passage begins: in that hush before revelation, when your footsteps first echo in corridors that already know your name.
Part One: The Passage
The butterflies didn’t arrive slowly. They hit like a tidal wave, twisting in my veins, knotting at my chest, whispering of something I couldn’t yet name. Each beat of my heart felt like footsteps echoing down an unseen corridor, stone walls rising around me with secrets etched into their surfaces.
The air smelled of ancient dust and wet stone. Shadows pooled in corners, neither threatening nor safe, but watching. A flicker of light drew me forward — uneven, dancing, teasing — and with it came the sense that something alive was waiting at the passage’s end.
I told myself it was only the butterflies. But the deeper I walked, the more I understood: this knot was a key, a map, a summons. The ruins were breathing. And they had been expecting me.
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