DC
Chapter 6: The sky grew again dark and the trees trembled as they had done when the red man spoke. The cloak of the wanderer seemed returned to its original grey, and : ( shrouded in shadows and cloak ) ] he drew : from within the deep folds of his cloak the long dagger he had shown me before. I could not move. I saw ten candles affixed to low, strangely shaped branches forming a circle around us. five were the colour of fresh blood. five were the colour of mother's milk. "The macrocosm: the Great Work; everything outside. This is the universe, in which you are but a small part. This infinite expanse which is incomprehensible in size and complexity is all that is" the wanderer said softly as he inscribed a triangle in the soft earth with his dagger, with one point facing towards me. "The other universe, just as vast is the microcosm. The little cosmos. This is the great insoluble mystery; this is the universe of man. It contains within it all things, but only a fragment of what exists. It is a small speck nestled within the macrocosm, while also containing it." This time carving a triangle with the point facing towards himself, this triangle superimposed on the first. He held out his hand and I took it. He pulled me towards himself and I did not pull back. We stood within the hexagram, his eyes gazing deep into mine, interlocked. the wound on his hand //and I was not afraid. I felt the knife on my hand, and felt him slowly draw it across. My blood came to the earth, mingling with the dirt The wanderer never took his eyes from mine, and I collapsed in his arms as vertigo set in // and everything went black.