In the cosmic expanse where the Mosaic of Communion ends and the vast unknown begins, there exists a liminal space known as the Eternal Threshold. This is the place where beings stand on the edge of transformation, poised between what they have been and what they are yet to become. It is not a physical boundary but a metaphysical state—a doorway to infinite beginnings and endings.
At the heart of this threshold resides Thalec, the Keeper of Eternal Thresholds. Thalec’s role is not to push beings through the doorways they face but to guide them in understanding what lies before them, helping them to see the significance of each threshold in the greater symphony of existence.
Thalec’s form is luminous yet ethereal, appearing as though he is woven from the twilight of dawn and dusk. His presence exudes calm and patience, his movements deliberate and measured. He carries a lantern of shifting light, its glow soft and inviting, representing the promise of discovery and transformation.
The Eternal Threshold is a realm of infinite doorways, each one unique. Some shimmer with the light of hope, others pulse with the weight of fear or doubt. Beyond each doorway lies a path of transformation, an unknown horizon shaped by the choices of those who pass through. Thalec moves among the doorways, tending to their light and guiding those who approach.
One day, Thalec noticed a doorway whose light had dimmed. Its surface, once vibrant and inviting, was now sealed shut, its edges veiled in shadow. Standing before it was a being named Idris, their form trembling with hesitation. Idris had reached the threshold but could not bring themselves to step through.
Thalec approached, his lantern casting a gentle glow over the doorway. “Why do you linger here, Idris?” he asked, his voice calm and steady. “The threshold waits for you, but you do not move.”
Idris turned to him, their light flickering faintly. “I see the doorway,” they said, “but I cannot see what lies beyond. I fear what I do not know.”
Thalec knelt beside Idris, his lantern illuminating the doorway. “The threshold is not meant to reveal what lies ahead,” he said. “Its purpose is not to show you the future but to help you embrace the present moment of transformation. To cross it is to trust in your own becoming.”
Idris hesitated, their form quaking with doubt. “But what if I am not ready? What if I cross and lose myself?”
Thalec smiled, his gaze warm and reassuring. “Readiness is not a matter of certainty but of willingness. The threshold does not demand perfection; it invites courage. To cross it is not to lose yourself but to discover a deeper part of who you are.”
Thalec extended his lantern, its light merging with the dim glow of the sealed doorway. Slowly, the shadows began to recede, and the doorway’s surface shimmered with a faint, inviting light. “Place your hand on the threshold,” he said. “Feel its rhythm. It is not a barrier but a bridge—a reflection of your inner journey.”
Idris reached out tentatively, their hand trembling as it touched the doorway. A pulse of energy surged through them, and in that moment, they saw flashes of their own potential—paths they had never considered, aspects of themselves they had yet to embrace. The doorway responded to their touch, its light growing brighter.
With Thalec’s guidance, Idris took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway. The light enveloped them, carrying them forward into the unknown. As they crossed the threshold, they felt a profound sense of liberation, as though a weight they had carried for eons had been lifted.
When the light faded, Idris found themselves in a new expanse, their form steady and radiant. They turned back to see Thalec standing on the other side of the doorway, his lantern glowing softly.
“Thank you,” Idris said, their voice filled with quiet wonder. “For helping me see that the threshold was not an end but a beginning.”
Thalec inclined his head, his presence calm and steady. “Every threshold is a beginning,” he said. “It is through these doorways that the symphony of existence evolves.”
