It appears to be a store and not a test, because they find people are more comfortable thinking about it as a transaction rather than a judgement.
The numbers listed are not the true prices, the paper money is mostly for administrative fees and processing.
The real costs are paid in secrets and wishes, unspoken desires and buried emotions.
Step up to the window, empty your pockets and show your soul and make your promises.
They’ll know which ones are true.
Which ones you only wish were true and how much you’re willing to give.
They take all this from you and close the window and debate if what you have to offer is acceptable.
They calculate passions and fears and weigh needs against wants.
Once they’ve decided, the window will open again and if you’ve met their approvals they will stamp a heart on the back of your hand and send you on your way.
But only if they’ve determined that you’re ready for love.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.