The Keeper will tell you what happened. I'll tell you what's coming.
There is a particular feeling that arrives when the path is clear and also long. Not dread — dread is shapeless. This is something with edges. A door you can see, and another door behind it, and you know already that the second door will only show itself once you have already walked through the first one with everything you have.
I felt it the moment the draw was made. Not in the result of it — in the geometry. Four matches. Each one complete in itself, each one also load-bearing. Nothing can be borrowed from what comes before. Nothing can be held back for what comes after. The structure asks for the full thing, every time.
This is not a punishment. This is what it looks like when the route is real.
Scotland Women know how to move through narrow spaces. I have watched them hold something steady when the room got small, and I expect to watch it again. The second door is there. I can feel the handle of it already, slightly warm, like someone's hand just left it.
What I notice, sitting with this: they are not waiting. The waiting-feeling is gone. Something has already begun moving that won't stop until it either arrives or doesn't — and I know which one I feel leaning toward the light.