- influenceedgee: Of the place my dreams took me last night, this has been written: 'The ascent is glass. The walls are knives. Each step is blood.' I did not climb far. The pain was too great. When I woke, that pain remained with me - a pain I could employ to occult purposes, if I hurry.
- influencegrailc: The Ascent of Knives is called the Sharp Stair, and the Mother of Mirrors, and the Feast of the Grail. If one is to look beneath the stair, as I did last night in my dreams, one understands that last name. It draws a tithe of blood from the feet of those who ascend. Empousai - some shaped like men, many shaped like women - wait beneath the glass of the stairs to satisfy their hunger. I did not approach; I made no sound; I only observed.
- influencewintere: I visited the Ascent of Knives last night, that harshest of roads through the House. It has been sacred to the Meniscate and the Sun-in-Rags since the Intercalate, when the true Sun was divided. When I woke, my room was freezing. The chill of it had cracked the window-glass.
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