"The heaviness of your silence is my burden now. Your mind will grow again - like a dormant seed sprouting into the most giant tree." said The Observer to the traveller.

As the traveller walked away in gratitude, The Observer sat in contemplation. She enjoyed studying the mind; each held a unique beauty unknown or forgotten by the owner. Something concerned her, however. Why were there so many beings visiting her garden realm? She put this question to the nearby traveller.

The traveller stopped, turned around and said, "We can only access this realm when you allow us to."

The Observer smiled for a second and thought, maybe I've become too kind...

Just then, another visitor appeared. Before she even knew it, The Observer's curiosity got the better of her. What great passion hides under the weight of this mind's uncertainty? Forgetting her prior musings, she approached the traveller in aid - something she would keep doing for aeons.