if you buy into the wizard's bullshit, soon you're all standing waist-deep in things you didn't even know could exist and no one has any clue how to stop him

The Deer	Childe Rowland to the Dark Tower Came	trees are naked spirits	the mountain of truth
there are no limits	hate has no home here	I. The Revelation of Fabrics	they/them
When the dancer becomes the dance	The shadow is going away. You can breathe again. The past is closed.