To wake.

There are lessons to be learned from some cults of ages passed. Some whose time has come or will one day, or had been before the age of far flung legend was young or in a time one day to be.

My boy.

I see it in you already, that look and restless soul that wants to know what lay beyond the horizon.

Stilte.

The world sleeps as night time comes, the unsavory and just alike watching over them.

Ancient watcher.

If only all could hear the words of silent ancient earth.

Rowing.

So still the waters lay before me, the ripples outrun as they make their own way behind.