A lantern
Light from this side. The other side has its own, but it's good to have something to hold.
Scroll slowly. The pieces are already on their way, and the other side is closer than it looks.
Light from this side. The other side has its own, but it's good to have something to hold.
It won't find north over there. It will find the door back, which is better.
No lock was ever made for it. Bring it anyway: doors like to be asked.
Every door to elsewhere is a long way out. Scroll, and the faster you go, the more the stars stretch.
Something up ahead is brighter than a star. That's where reality wears thin.
Through the tear, a sky you've never seen. It's drawn by a camera of its own, into a texture the tear shows.
Over a sea of cloud, at the hour that never quite ends. Some of them hold a light: click the gold ones as you pass. There are five.
Nobody plants them. Move your pointer to look around; nobody minds.
Each one lit for whoever goes through it next. Tonight that's you.
5 lights are still out on the islands. Scroll back and find them: the way home is built from them.
VII · The lighthouseFive lights found, and the lighthouse stands. It turns for travellers, so they can find the door again.
Thank you for travelling elsewhere. The lighthouse will keep turning for whoever comes next.