akta

Before I became Gatekeeper to the Court of Leaves, I was visited by images on one of many pine-clad walls. These came late in the day as the sun drifted low in the sky to the west.

I have come to know this fellow as Akta (eye) , named so because he has none.

He came glad in blue light, eye sockets stained with red. Why He lost his eyes I do not know. I never asked and He does not speak of it. The lines you see framing his mouth (you can see his mouth, right?) are actually the points where tongue and groove pine boards make their connection one to the other.

Akta was in fact leading me to the Gate and the Court of Leaves.

It was Akta who presented me to the Red Queen.