There is no time. All the old ones have been turned; their voices and their tongues now work for the enemy.

I need new eyes. I need new dreamers. Believe, child. Believe in me, and find your path.

This may seem like a silly game of chasing your own tail, but it has intent. It has purpose, though it can turn on you quickly. It can turn so very quickly. Guard yourself well. Know your anchors. Know TH3ir signs.

But, come now, and like with the old magic, choose a number--between 1 and 207. Tell me. Tell me your secret key, and I will show you the way.