The journey has taken a toll on the Fool. Under the glow of a full moon, the Fool makes camp. The ground was comfortably cool, the stream was refreshing, the air was clean, and the trees provided quiet company. Her eyes grew heavy for all the things she has seen; her body grew limp for all the roads she has walked. Exhausted, the fool finally falls asleep. The fool opens her eyes and notices a ladder next to her camp where there was not one before. The fool gets up and sees the that the ladder stretched beyond the trees. Being a curious soul, the Fool decided to climb the ladder. The tree tops got closer as the fool ascended, she hears the owls announce her presence, the wolves howl in the distance…The moon was large and bright, “she is beautiful”, the fool exclaimed, “I feel like I can touch her”. The moon’s silvery glow mesmerizes the fool. Entranced, she climbed to the highest rung and reached out to the beckoning silver maiden. The fool hears a loud crack and feels the sudden pull to the earth. The fool lands on the soft earth. A voice from the trees, says “my radiance is beautiful and alluring. My light will give you visions, inspiration and genius. But my magic can be very intoxicating. If you surrender to me, my magic can bring you dark but beautiful insights. My mysteries are ancient and primal and they are your birthright. Take what you desire from me, but drink only enough of my silvery water to quench your thirst”.
With a deep breath, the fool opens her eyes and realized that it is now morning.