I want to go to Low.

I think that Windaline will protest this. She said, "I don't want you to go back to Low ever again," which told me that I had been there at least once before.

I won't be so dramatic as to say that something calls me there. But I do find myself sometimes wandering to the edges of High, past the poles and ropes to where you can see beyond the light. It looks black down there at first. Only when the sun is dimmer can you make out Low's other light. You would think it'd twinkle like stars down there. You'd think maybe it'd be like someone took the night sky and folded it and crammed it down into the stone.

Instead it's a consistent glow. At least at first, and then maybe you can see that the glow is actually more like a veil, and after a while you can see the strands that made it. You can take a telescope to it like a microscope and see this.

I want to go there.

I have to find a way to let Windaline take me there.

I have a feeling that if she says no, I won't be able to go.

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