You retrace your steps back to the pale door, the mist growing dense and cool as it wisps against your skin. It billows around you in satiny waves, almost palpable where it drifts from the door's margins. You press your hand against the surface.
It opens. Novembius is quiet beside you. The mist flashes brilliant white, and then abruptly darkens. You take a step forward against the darkness, and then another.
You light the candle, and illuminate the Maker.