Painful, piercing, pulling me from my own world. This is not the fade but it's not home either. Where is the Herald? Instead it glows blue with whispers of times long gone, lost, languishing to be remembered. But also worlds that haven’t even been imagined yet, so far beyond the reach of anyone. All of it crammed up tight. And so lonely.
They gave me a book that glows and talks. There are people in this? Why would you put people in a book? Am I in the book and I just don’t know it? Hello Book, my name is Cole.