Your earliest memories are filled with a longing for that which was never there. You could feel it, tickling the edge of consciousness, a feather light touch in your mind, a dark whisper in your ear before dropping down into a disturbed and nightmare laden sleep.
You will find the door and fit the key into the lock, turning it in anticipation of what is on the other side. The door swings forward tentatively and you hear the whisper in your ears rise like a clamoring chorus.
It is dark behind the door but you crouch down to crawl inside its tight corridor, reaching blindly with your aged arthritic hands until you find it. A tiny skeleton, curled in the darkness. You gather it to you, tenderly, lie down in that dark place and fall asleep forever....
Your parents despaired. You ignored their pleas to join with others of your generation, dancing to their pied piper tunes, giggling behind jeweled fans, and passing sly glances at the beautiful boys longing for the gift of their acknowledgement. You didn't care. You only cared about that which...you did not know and yet, did know....knew it in your bones, felt it humming in your blood.
Tonight, you will find a door within a door within a door. You will dip into the pocket of your ragged moldy gown, find the key that you have carried as long as you can remember, though you have no memory from whence it came. Perhaps you were born with it already clutched in your hand.
You have wandered these long years, (99 of them in total at last count, though as memory often fails, it could be more, it could be less...) through the cavernous halls of this vast ancestral home searching for your other half. Throughout this time you have sensed that something is missing.... But what? And why, your other... half?
May 25, 1856
Gemini
Your tutors complained that you never paid attention but little did they know, and even less would they have cared if they had known, that you paid very close attention indeed, just not to them. What did they know with their twitterings and mumblings, gasping algebraic equations and meaningless Latin phrases into the fetid musty air of the gloomy classroom.
