As I gaze upon the stars, watching those frozen gems of light, I wonder if they know my story. I wonder if those same stars that cling to the inky gloaming gaze down to these frozen, hearth-worn steps. The stone of Trebloome is eternal, just as that celestial masquerade upon the sky.
I watch rain fall, and I know it to be the tears of my students. The world shakes, the clouds bark, and the thunder crashes across the valley like a drum. Like the flame consuming itself into a blossom of ash, I watch their stories with a hunger, an unmatched want for their happiness. Love, pain, sorrow, joy...
The students are arriving, now. My heart goes out to them. They may take their first steps into Trebloome; they may be returning... Alas, I know that which none of them could ever predict. As they take their steps into these grand, stone halls, Trebloome will shake them.
And then, they will shake the world before them.