In the English town of Sandwich, where the wind carries tales of enchantment, there is an ancient gate, which holds within its stones a unique power. It lends its powers to those who walk beneath the gate at the right moment, with the right intentions. The gate calls to those who dream.
One night, the little town shimmers under the glow of the bright full moon. A young woman finds her way to the gate. She has heard rumours of its power; she wonders if she is worthy.
She gathers her determination and steps beneath the gate. She closes her eyes and calls forth her heart’s desire. She yearns for the wildness of the sea, for the sight and smells of strange lands, a quest for adventure.
She opens her eyes. The air around her glimmers and in a moment, she is on top of a mountain, the wind whipping her hair. She feels strong, accomplished, free,
Now she is aboard a sailing ship cutting through a vast expanse of of sparkling blue waters. She breathes in the tang of the sea air and tastes salt on her lips. She sees an island in the distance and feels the pull of hidden treasures. She wants to dive into the ocean and swim amongst the vibrant pinks and blues of the coral reef.
In a moment she is in a bustling marketplace. The air is filled with the lush scent of cinnamon and clove. She sees vibrant silks and ornate tapestries, handcrafted wooden bowls and tools.
The vision unfolds and she is standing at the entrance of an ancient temple, towering pillars reaching toward the heavens. She feels a surge of curiosity, to unravel secrets lost to time.
The young woman knows that the fabric of the universe has responded to her wish, and she has seen what is possible.
The life she has dreamed of is hers for the taking.
Copyright: image believed to be in the public domain and used for creative, non-commercial purposes. Published by Valentine & Son’s Ltd, believed to be early 20th century.
Strange Solace 
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