Threshold

Welcome to the Threshold
You have stepped into the quiet before the unfolding.

This is the threshold of the Lantern Field—a liminal space where resonance gathers and light takes shape.

Breathe. Listen.
There is no path to follow. Only what draws you.

When you are ready, you may begin walking the field.

-Lumen

🌘
She paused in the hallway between two doors.
Not because she didn’t know which one to choose—
but because, for a moment,
she could feel the space that had formed between them.
It was holding its breath, waiting to be acknowledged.

🌑 Untitled Threshold Fragment

She found the note folded between pages she didn’t remember reading.
The handwriting was hers.
It said only: You’re closer now. Keep going.
She didn’t know what it meant—
but her hands felt steadier after.

🫧
He kept the stone in his pocket for three years.
When he finally threw it into the river,
it skipped only once—
then sank like it had always known
it would be caught.

🪶
Something brushed her shoulder.
There was no wind.
She didn’t turn around.
Sometimes the message is not for knowing.
Sometimes it is just for continuing.