She told us a story about a land where mysteries are revealed, A place where the unseen emerges from its chamber, A place where darkness is unveiled, A place where what hides within cannot remain in its cocoon. We listened with rapt attention and amazement. She said that only the courageous dared to venture there. Some had gone and never returned the same. Some had been swallowed by the mysteries, While others returned with heightened senses, Transformed into spiritualists. I wondered who would embark on such a journey. Who would go to a place where living means embracing darkness? Who would face a land where monsters are no longer hidden shadows? She smiled as she concluded the story, Her eyes glowed in the moonlight. We looked at each other's faces, And a brief silence hung in the air. Then everyone stood up to leave, But I was the only one left, The only one with my thoughts and awe. Time has passed, Years have gone by, Now I can relate to the story; Each word resonates within me. I can see through its window, My feet have found a path through its meadow. Who doesn’t desire freedom? Who wouldn’t want to seek the keys to redemption? Who wouldn’t wish to find the way to Zion’s gate? Who wouldn’t trade fear for the courage to understand the mystery that dwells in the chamber? My grandmother knew that someday I would walk through the valley of mystery.