A few screamed as the light exploded to life and shielded their eyes from this artificial sun. I announced the commencement of proceedings by way of the massive arc lamp I had procured for the occasion. Down the corridor, round the corner, in the darkness where no outside light can touch, I wated for them to gather. As the Sun lay low on its way to night, my fellow seekers slowly wandered into our Mithraeum. I will wear my parents' clothes, until they fit me. I will show no compassion for those who stand in my way. I have set myself on this path, and I cannot return. I could have ended it any time, gone back to mundane meaningless existence. I was a child, playing her parents' clothes. I sit here, under the trees, feel the Moths flitter about, feel the Velvet moss under my bare feet. Until that moment, truly, I was play acting the part of a cult leader. I didn't wield the knife, but I wielded the man who thrust its blade. I'm here for another purpose, this time to look inward. In dreams past (or future?), I have wandered the wood in search of secrets, made a triumphant pilgrimage to the fane of dead gods, drowned myself in bodily fluids. It seems my life turns on this moment, all paths lead to and from now. Time swirls past, present and future blend as one, and I am yesterday's Kate, and tomorrow's Kate, little Catherine full of wonder, and old Ms Ravenhurst full of regret.
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