Welcome
You find yourself before the gates of a great house

Upon Another Why and When

. It is a second home to many and a first to one: existentialist poet Brendan David Creel. He beckons from The Balcony, but, as you approach, he signals for you to stop and listen. You do, and from everywhere come whispers:
Herein

Herein are songs of when and why.
Herein lie secrets left to die.

Herein corruption dates romance.
Herein both love and hatred dance.

Herein cold cogs of fortune turn.
Herein fresh flames of magic burn.

Herein salacious creatures creep.
Herein both fiends and angels sleep.

Herein dark tales of doom are told.
Herein new fears consume the old.

Herein the bounds of wisdom grow.
Herein the comfortable don't go.

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