Threshold
Threshold — Babylon Exit
The Threshold
Where first light meets the wandering soul.
Beneath the hush of dawn, a door stands ajar.
Light spills through — not to blind, but to beckon.
Step forward, wanderer. You have arrived at the Threshold.
The Lantern’s Whisper
Your journey this day has brought you to the gate of Babylon Exit, where tales in mythic lore are spun of truth and trial — of dueling forces, and of that which was, and is, and is yet to come. These tales are forged of ancient texts whose characters long ceased to tread the soil of this worldly realm, yet still their voices echo here.
You are welcome. Come in. Sit, and lay down the weight you carry. Give ear to the telling. To some, the words shall ring of mystery; to others, of struggle and reflection. It is our wish that all who enter here, enter with discernment — and that each who departs, depart with peace.
“Come, wanderer. You have entered a place of finding.
These tales were not written to entertain, but to enlighten.
Rest by the flame awhile — the ink will do the rest.”
Beyond this threshold lie the Chambers of Telling — where each path beckons with its own light. Step forward, if the call still stirs within you.
The Chambers of Telling
Chambers within the Hall where kindred tales are kept and kindled.
Small lights adrift from the fire.
“If something within you stirs—speak. The quill listens, as does the light.”
Leave a word, a question, or a whisper by the lantern. Replies travel by quiet roads, but they do arrive.