Doors - Alex Chua

I see the door into my own heart. The door that leads me to turemyself, the essense of my being. The door has since been covered bythe debris of suppressed emotions. With these emotions out of the way,I can now see the door. I can open it and I begin to see deeper intomyself. What laid forgotten is now remembered. The magic beyong theUmbrian Mountains can be learned only by listening to my heart. Thekeys of mysteries can only be found when I follow my heart.