Mugendai
Her words echoed my the warning of my intuition. She had found it - the gate and the key.
To see the world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hands
And eternity in an hour
To think I held it in my hands - not once, but several times! I swear by my life, and all that is holy: it shall not fall into the hands of the Seers. Not while I still draw breath.