Ascent from the Earthly Paradise
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You stand at the summit of Purgatory. The earthly trials are behind you. Beside you stands Beatrice, your beloved guide, her eyes fixed on the noon sun with an intensity no eagle could match. You feel a sudden, weightless sensation, as if you are being lifted not by wings, but by a natural law of rising pure spirit.
The music of the spheres begins to hum around you—a harmony of light and sound. Beatrice turns her gaze toward the heavens. To follow her, you must leave the earth behind entirely.
"Thou art not on the earth as thou believ'st," she says, her voice like music. "Lightning fled never so fast as thou returnest home."