Alchemy

You may need an old and run down tunnel to crawl through, and come out the other side to a new dimension, where the light shines bright on the spring leaves, just as it does on the winter snow.
There is no sense in resisting the musty smell of the narrow pathway you need to cross, because you know there is nothing more you want other than to be in the open again.
Crawling right through without being delayed by selfish notions, is a lonely, but the only way to free yourself of being in the hole. Worth the while you would think, and love the adventure, but maybe only in retrospect. Which is once you get to the other side of the ruin.
A game that is intelligent enough to know that It is even better than having had the open fields all along, which you may have otherwise just taken for granted.

But as soon as time in the tunnel, which feels like an eternity, is forgotten, and moving forward was the only choice to avoid becoming one with the rust, then, there will remain no gap, between when you were on your fours and when you were standing facing the sun, sunken in the timeless.
Would you ever then be bored of a repetitive cyclic occurrence, having gone through the worst; sucked into a hole which offered no variance?
Could you ever call something old and run down, when your vision has gained depth and you can see through a lens which appreciates the texture of the instant, rather than the story it represents?
Everything fresh and new at all times is not a fantasy but a reality when your eyes are open and all you ever see is life appearing as your vision. But was veiled while you believed you were crawling.
For the truth is, you always only had your eyes open and all you ever saw was life appearing as your vision: crawling or standing in the sun, was only an interpretation of the dynamics.

Alchemy, the conversion of rock into a precious metal, may need some digging deep and crawling. Finding that treasure and bringing it into the world to share your story of rags to riches, can only happen if you are willing to bear a few bruises and burns, on the way to declaring magic.