The Path of the Mask

You entered Arcadia as you were, and you leave unchanged. The Furies have fled, the world has shifted, but you did not. You fought, you grew stronger, you endured. But the deep currents of your soul were never moved. 

 You felt the stirring in your bones, but turned away. The soul, one calling, has grown silent, but not gone. And yet...in a quiet moment, far from battle, you feel it again.

A pull. A shimmer. A gate that was never opened. A version of yourself that still waits beyond it. The journey is over...or perhaps it is not. There are endings, and there are thresholds...