The key to the garden is a shapeshifter. It listens to your soul and takes the form of your faith. You have to believe without reservations, with all your heart.
The creature said:
Take an egg. Give it to the sea, or cast it into the rapids of a waterfall, far away from here. In return I will give you this key.
The creature said:
The egg is a seed. When it hatches it becomes a story. It becomes a world.
The key matches a lock. But you have to find that for yourself. I only know that the lock exists because this key exists.
I give you the key because it is the price of the favour I ask of you. The lock holds in what you desire and what you need. The key will grow itself into what it should be. Pay attention. Listen. Watch. The key is in your hand now. It is yours.
After the first sip, a winged creature alighted on my coffee. I was no longer just here but also somewhere else. I took another sip, careful not to disturb my guide. The rasping whisper of its wings echoed into the liquid and flowed into my mouth and I tasted its words. Reaching into a pocket of my mind I found a coin.
The value of the coin is determined at the end of the journey, and its true worth will depend on the choices I will make. Zero can mean nothing or everything. Emptiness or infinity. I flipped it high and it disappeared into the sky that was beginning to stain with daylight. The coin will meet me at the other end, and reveal the fate I have made for myself.
The flowers by my feet and all around me were no longer just flowers but also beings of magic and enchantment. When I am not looking I see them nod their beautiful heads in recognition and in greeting. I felt their permission to touch and to pick. For now I kept my hands to myself.
STORIES are what happen in the Impossible Garden & the Wildforest. They are the overheard conversations, the gossip of the flowers and the trees, the fragments written on bones and stones. They are the secrets whispered by the wind, the tales of the stars, the knowledge earned or traded with the forest dwellers. They are the fairy tales that had been forgotten or never told. They are the rules and the history and how they are repeatedly broken and rewritten. They are the murmurings of magic, the language of hidden love, the wildness beneath every order and the pattern beneath every chaos. They are truths and they are lies and in the end they are real to those who have the heart to see.
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