| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Street of Seven Stars by Mary Roberts Rinehart: "Here it is," she called joyously. "And here are Harmony's
bedroom slippers. Oh, Harry, I found your slippers!" The girl
got down off the chair and went to the door.
"Thanks, dear," she said. "I'm coming in a minute."
She went to the mirror, which had reflected the Empress Maria
Theresa, and looked at her eyes. They were still red. Perhaps if
she opened the window the air would brighten them.
Armed with the brush, little Scatchett hurried to the Big
Soprano's room. She flung the brush on the bed and closed the
door. She held her shabby wrapper about her and listened just
inside the door. There were no footsteps, only the banging of the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: that he was an old miner of onyx, and anxious to know somewhat
of Inquanok's quarries. But all that he learned was not much more
than he knew before, for the miners were timid and evasive about
the cold desert to the north and the quarry that no man visits.
They had fears of fabled emissaries from around the mountains
where Leng is said to lie, and of evil presences and nameless
sentinels far north among the scattered rocks. And they whispered
also that the rumoured Shantak-birds are no wholesome things;
it being. indeed for the best that no man has ever truly seen
one (for that fabled father of Shantaks in the king's dome is
fed in the dark).
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: which confronted me, and so I moved on down the corridor
until the cold waters of Omean closed about me, and I swam
on through utter blackness toward--what?
The instinct of self-preservation is strong even when one,
unafraid and in the possession of his highest reasoning
faculties, knows that death--positive and unalterable--lies
just ahead. And so I swam slowly on, waiting for my head
to touch the top of the corridor, which would mean that I
had reached the limit of my flight and the point where I
must sink for ever to an unmarked grave.
But to my surprise I ran against a blank wall before I
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