Update on Webnovel

Man this sucks. The good news is that its been much easier to flesh out the world and story-line as I have started to write it on physical paper.

In this case, analog rules. I started with the endings and worked backwards. It is really an understatement to say that writing characters really exposes one to different thinking patterns. It is hard to write a person which operates diametrically to oneself. Even harder is how to get conversations which show the how relationships are strung. Hell, I don’t even have such a high level skill in real life, so that part take a lot of thought on my part. Frankly this is the single hardest thing. That I think I will start to blog as musings.

However, I forgot the book which I have written the material at work. I was planning on adding a chapter today but can’t. Blah! Now, analog is a pain!

Well, I will try to do so tomorrow but work can be tiring.


Crude set of thoughts?


The things we do when others don't see,
Tell ourselves who we are.

To show kindness under veils.
is not for others but our hearts.

To shed tears for our brothers,
To share strength without interest,
Even when we have none,
Allows us to laugh through our own pain, 
and gives us the power to when stand alone.

For we carry any act in our hearts,
And experiences within our ideals,
and will use to continue to dream, 
desire and drive,
Through each waking day. 
So, be sure that who you are today,
was who you wanted to be yesterday...


Where am I?
Where am I?
A long time past, I think?
And I can't see where to turn too...

My mind is stained.
My hands are empty.
I have lost my sights.
And what I have known are questioned.

Where am I?
Where am I?
A long time past, I think?
And I can't see where to turn too...

I am exhausted...
Did my eyes lie?
In this state I ask,
Are not I on murky ground?

Where am I?
Where am I?
A long time past, I think?
And I can't see where to turn too...

For what can move are ugly thoughts.
A bitter taste creeps to mouth.
and words I would've never say,
now revel in my plight. 

"Where am I?"
"Where am I?"
"A long time past, I think?"
"And I can't see where to turn too..."

Mock me not!
with your words.
For you are not!
For I am lost only for your minute.
But you are not.

Hope and I


From birth,
my first breath,
called hope.
Gifted life,
it went within.

In Hope's absence,
I can see.
A deathly stillness,
Dim eyes Dewelling.
Those hollow husks,

my will,
It burns hot,
It incenarate demons.
And its light
illuminate my way,
Through this darkness.

This looming shadow,
In my heart,
Will always presist.

I am weak...
To sustain,
To remain,
I bandish will,
And beckon hope,
So I will live.



Cut from the Cloth,
It dangles on the wind.
Without ties, it is there.
Without direction, it exists.
Without a cause and without a purpose, it continues.
It floats alone, but when does it end?
On a breeze barely be able to blow,
Gently it goes.
Far away.
Till no one knows.


It has been a while…

Well, I aimed to make a post each day since I started this blog. I can’t believe how hard that have failed. However, I have been able to formulate most of the important points of my story in the meanwhile on good old paper. I could have continued my story online earlier but decided against it. I also think I’ll revamp the last three chapters so yeah that need to me done.

In addition, I have been busy trying to learn all sorts of stuff encompassing foundational mathematics, embedded systems, computer science. I have a keen interest in information systems and telecoms which I read about when I can. But I must admit that I have put a significant amount of time into reading light novels and  Chinese wuxias. But they did teach me the general flow of how a novel can go. Unfortunately, I have also gained the impression that a lot of them nowadays a simple wish fulfillment without much substance behind it. I hope I don’t fall into this trope sigh…

well, I think I will also post other thoughts about what I’m reading much more frequently. Maybe if I can somehow figure out how to generate some revenue with my content without upsetting visitors will make me more committed. After all, a man need to eat right?

I post some more poems soon.


Li Ch 7 Insight 2

He placed the book that he held onto the table and slid it across. It spun as it drew a straight line to me until it stopped just as it reached my hands. Startled, I looked down to the page it was on. Some of the writing appeared bolded. But at the top of the page was ‘The origin of the world – The Will’ . I look to him but he seemed to edge me to the open book.

The book held new indentations on the pages which appear to be markers inserted by Flow. bolded sentences stood out. Without further thought, I read those sentences.

“-One common element of all the cultures encountered is the principle that one’s perception of the world can directly affect  the environment. Upon examination of the many historical anecdotes and records encounter, It is difficult to say conclusively whether this element was present before the advent of alwright language but it appears the case.”.

It was clear that he was talking about this ability…

But to be looking for the origin of the world…

How grand…

We have had philosophers and religionists attempt this since the dawn of time. Now we have physics…

The only things that have changed are the tools used to understand the world.

From religion to philosophy to science… I wonder is this is just a common element of humans even across worlds…

I wonder is this is just a common element of humans even across worlds…


The surrounds all seem to await me to continue reading, it silence didn’t allow for anymore distracting thoughts.

However, it was clear that I need to read this information in its entirety as soon as possible.

“-It appears that the knowledge of one’s desires being able to generate external phenomena was ever present. But eventually, the importance of ‘intent’ was understood independently across many cultures. But strangely, location dependence and the determination that a concentration of some unknown substance was a variable in the persistence and intensity of the phenomena was not. It appears that this likely fact eluded many but a few more progressive bodies…”

I don’t get it

Why is he making me read this?

Annoyed at the lack of context, I scanned the page until a paragraph stuck out

“‘Desires’ originate in the mind and ‘intent’ ends within the world. To connect the two is one goal. And to do so is to use the concept of Will. The concept of Will is all but one in which this is achieved.  “


Desires,Intent, and Will?

So does this means that if one thought of an outcome results in such an outcome being realized?

He may have given me an answer but it sure is cryptic as it can get. But I still need him to answer the most pressing question.

I  slowly closed the book and placed it besides me.

“So… Why did you save me?”

Flow, who at some point had taken another volume, continued to flip the pages of the book without any change.

I looked towards him trying to hide my eagerness as best as I could under the circumstances.

“Do I need a reason to rescue someone in a perilous state?”

But he said only these words.



The only sound in the room were the periodic flips of pages. This must have been one of those huh…


“I wasn’t lying when I said you are interesting, I just don’t see them all too often these days. But even then, when I saw you it was like…”

His tone remained even but I could hear it became increasing more enthusiastic and excited. And frankly, I felt a chill run down my spine.

“Sigh…I guess you can say its complicated”

“But, I felt you could help me with a problem I have been facing.”

Li ch 6 Insight

The desires of men remain unfulfilled even when their blood has become rust.  They are fools who seek glory even without purpose. Their ambitions burn lives and scorch the earth. The ashes and smoke stifled out the light of hope for many. Thus such a fate is fitting for them. To be bound by the curses of many. Let them roam and maybe they will understand…

If they can then, then there is hope for me.



Flow spoke slowly.

His voice reverberated within the closed space. This face, which was cast towards the table were upon me once again.

He carried a look filled with some type of understanding as if he saw through me completely. The hair on my neck stood up. His eyes remained on me for a few minutes but then returned down to the books he had carried into the room.

“It is strange…”

He spoke with a dragging tone as if speaking to none in general. Thus I remained silent, waiting for him to continue. His voice had trailed to a mumble for whatever reason but it confused me as to what he was talking about.

“I thought you would draw it out more…”

Maybe his voice had a tinge of disappointment or so I thought because his next words confused me.

“I had suspected you have an unusual history but even that is hard to believe…”

“You are not lying to me? Or are you ?”

I could not help my face contorting under the pressure of his gaze but I remained resolute and shook my head. I could feel sweat forming on my brow.

“Humph, not like you have it inside you to do so anyway

…Somehow, his word just then pissed me off a bit.

As if sensing this, smiled as if to edge me on.

This guy personality-

is trouble for sure.

But what choice did I have but I not give him a reason to kick me out. That is, if he had not one already.

And that means keeping my mouth shut for now.


As he spoke, he took a book into his hands languidly and casually opened it. It was the same book that I had earlier -‘Vol 1’.

But did he really believe my story? Such a crackpot sounding tale?

Such a crackpot sounding tale?

“You must have questions…”


“I’ll answer a few”

So he has a conscience?

He says that only answers those that he wants to. While I never considered myself to be a prideful guy, I couldn’t help but laugh at myself right now.

“I don’t think it’s fair to me to have interrogated someone so harshly when he has not done anything wrong.”

“…So where is this”



“This place-”

He turned his sight from one end to the room to another.

“-is my base of operation. I use this place to process my research so you are in luck.”

Is he a researcher?

“It has been a long time since I started so this place is a trove information. It’s kind of my life’s work.”

So if that’s the case it could be that…

Let me see…

“You know about similar cases like me don’t you?”

He closed his eyes

” one thing one should learn is to when you should push and pull”

“give and take…”

Seriously what is this guy talking about?

“-Another is this world is filled with possiblities…”

Where was he going with this?

“-and I lived a long life”

“It not that strange to think that you came from another world”

“Unusual as it is not impossible.”

He must have read about a similar case. I was about to press on but his words stuck me as a warning.

He kept his gaze on me as he awaited my response.


I wondered if he was testing me. Either way, I would better make more sense of my situation than develop conjecture.

“…But this library, where is it? ”

He nodded slowly

“The Black region of the Green Sea”

Green Sea?

a forest?

That would make sense…

But the ‘Black region’?

“We are on its edges”

“Is not a place where one should dwell for long…”

He is being vague.

“Well… apart from exceptions”

“like you?”

He laughed softly and nodded. A small smile formed.

I continued


“There are many reasons, but the most important is that you will get lost and meet a horrible fate”


“This place, does everyone has superpowers?”

“Super powers? What are those? ”

“Like cutting through rock and controlling the earth”


He seemed to ponder my words more deeply than I expected.

” So, does your world have superpowers?”

“Only in fiction!”


After a short while, Flow broke the silence.

“What comes to mind is something called Path Tracing. Have you heard of it?”

How does he expect me to know such things?

“No… What is it?”

“There are many forms, but it can be summarized as tracing one’s desires to one’s intent throughout the medial layer. Its an embodiment of a great will which is ever present here.”

“As ubiquitous as it is here and as simple as the concept is, many people study the phenome for much of their lives.”

“What do you mean by ubiquitous? Do you mean than anyone can use it?”

“Though there extremely rare exceptions, that is the case. Not just people but even beasts do.”

I wonder…

“So, Can I learn to use it?”

A wide grim appeared on his face

“You should.”


…At least that what I would like to think.”


Li ch 5 the old man

The air lay stagnant between the trees.  In a forest of few sounds, one would wonder whether there was any life here at all. But if one did traverse this land whether by foot or through the canopy, the answer would be clear to ‘trained eyes’.  A dissonance would set in within them causing unease, a feeling which only increased the deeper one went within the sea of trees…


I stood  at the edge of a cliff. Blood and gore dyed the area in red with the remains of the what had attacked me. While my left shoulder was only slightly injured from where the hit some pain remain. But I was mostly unharmed.

After some the pain quickly retreated…


It was unusual. began to feel unease.

The beast was frenzied…

It was a threat I couldn’t take lightly while under this environment. Therefore it had taken a few minutes to dispatch.

I had not felt its presence until the very last moment which was very strange even for this place.

Further still, it was far from its normal dwelling spot.

“Can ‘they’ be related?”

I thought back to that night…

Whatever it was, it was like the ‘land’ itself was angry.


My heart skipped a beat.

The weird feeling I had then, was it pointing to this?

“It can’t be…!”

I thought back to the man who I failed to save. Looking below convinced me that he shouldn’t have died. But if he remains in the water for too long, not even that can save him if he gets swept to sea.

But now…

There was no point in continuing on this line of thought.

“…I’m sorry.”

“But I can’t delay any longer”

I descended along a rocky path down the cliff…


As I fell, my wailing mercilessly pounded my own ears. Then together with a loud splash, I felt a pain which momentarily caused a black out. But then the water which entered my windpipe force me awake and drove frantic motions of a man clawing at the intangible water. The current was strong, too strong. My head repeatedly oscillated at the river surface.

My attempts to remain afloat were largely in vain as the river had dragged me underneath several times. My vision began to lapse. The current was strong and my body felt weak after trying to fight the current.After one such lapse, I found myself clutching onto something buoyant.

At some point in time, the sky bright blue was now dim and a red was present. The current  had slow significantly and my mind was on the verge of failing.  My body now shivered, too long had I been immersed in the cool water.

For some reason, the current seemed to slow. I awoke from my languidness and anxiously eyed everywhere I could put my eyes on. Now within a deep meander, the water along the inner edge of the river had significantly slowed. The next thing I could remember was that I had beached myself onto the shore, suffering with tiredness unlike I had ever felt before. I forced myself from the shore and leaned onto a tree trunk. My body sagged down to the ground, and I lay slumped face towards the ground.




Panting heavily, I struggled to keep conscious and fought against the loaming darkness. But before I could make sense of my location, the last bits of light had faded.

It couldn’t tell whether the darkness was around me or between my eyes and the world.



My eyes were greeted with an unusual looking celling. I stared at the surface, unable to make out its fine features due to its distance and the lack of sufficient light. Dimly lit, the room in which I was had also a faint musty smell. I felt I was on something firm.

My exhaustion had lessened, but I in no could say that I was in all wellness.


In its steed were strong pangs of hunger.


I dragged my hand over my face and softy breathed a sigh of relief.

But where was I and How did I get here? And for what reason was I bought here? I sat up while pondering these questions only to focus on a bookshelf close by which was filled with strange eight inch by six inch ‘books’.

The ‘bookshelf’ could just barely be called as such; It was of crude construction. The shelves made of irregular planks of wood in a manner which suggested that the owner only cared for practicality.

Ignoring my hunger, I walked towards the books after getting up from my resting spot with slight difficulty.

But where was this place? the last thing I could remember was dragging myself ashore. Anything else is a ‘No Go.’

I reached out to grab one of the books.

The bookshelf was filled with them.

My thoughts were that maybe these books could give me some clues to where this place was. Well, with the condition I could read them. But there was another reason…

To be honest I was scared. This place was almost the textbook definition of a prison as describe in any novel. With no windows and only a dim light source to keep the darkness at bay of a mere six or so feet, It was only missing iron bars and a lazy guard to be complete.

I needed to occupy myself a bit.

I looked at the cover of the book. There was no title except the words, HL vol 1.

I opened the cover but was surprised. The entire paper was cover with neat scribbles. It was a book after all… I stared at the them in disbelief.

I could read them!

“…there no point in questioning how.”

“…I might as well use it.”

While the first page appeared to be a table of contents, many of the terms were foreign to me and thus I was lost ever before I began. I tried to read what I could:


The purpose of this book

World map

The Black Zones


These immediately stood out for some reason.

“The most pressing issue now is to find out where I am.”

I thought back to the events earlier.

My pulse rose and my breath quickened. Suppressing my fear somewhat, I silently cursed the people who had tried to kill me.

This crazy place…

But now what I needed were bearings and directional sense. The current page of the book showed a map. As to what exactly it meant, I had no idea…

Was this the shape of the world or just some small part of it?

As the time pass slowly my thoughts drifted from the map I could hardly understand to how these book came to be.


But as I turned the page, something moved in the darkness!

I dropped the book in haste and raised my fists for whatever they were worth. And from what I had seen, it was not much…

“Who are you?!”

I heard my voice raspier than I had imagined it.


A voice left the darkness.

“So the stranger has an interest in this old ones musings…”

I was startled at the sudden appearance of the gruff voice, which made my hand freeze in mid-air. I rigidly turned to the source but saw no one yet.

Upon reflex I had turned toward the bookshelf.

“Hmm… You are interesting, young man”

As I turned back towards the darkness, the appearance of an old man slowly materialized.

He casually walked toward me while I remained unable to move. He only stopped when a few feet from me. while his facial features were not too clear in this lighting, the deep wrinkles on it was obvious.  He wore a white robe which was on the verge of turning into rags. However, apart from this was nothing too different form a regular old man.

He being a full head shorted than I was looked up to my face, in which I could sense the casualness in his demeanour and a general lack of fear. His air thus was unnerving.

“I wouldn’t have guessed that anyone would take interest in these old records…”

He wrote this?

“Sorry about reading them without consent.”

The old man had stopped a meter or so away.

“…It’s fine.”

Seriously, who is he?

“I placed you here because this area was the safest place for you to recover.”

And he surprisingly read my mind…

I tensed up.

Clear and articulate, his words were easily to understand though he appeared to drag his words for whatever reason. But for some reason I felt that maybe he would hear me out.



What was this?

It was so sudden that I had just now noticed…

‘Why I can understand him now ?!’

Since communication is a two way street, maybe-

“Hey old man, where is this?”

His displeasure was clear.  Even I was surprised by how rude my own words sounded.


“I’m sorry, I don’t know why, but for some reason I talk like this… I really can’t help it…”


While I did not like the fact that he appeared unmoved, there was little else I could do but continue.

“I sorry, but I don’t know how I should to call you…”

The man’s face seemed to going into on of thought. His tension appeared to drop at my explanation.

But I’m thankful for being able to communicate. What was it that changed between now and then?

My thoughts were broken by the next word of the old man.

“…I see. That is indeed the case. Still, rude one …”

I could tell that he had a kin eye on my face on which I wore an apologetic face.

“No… I’ll ignore it.”

“Call me Narr Flow.”


I looked directly at the man as he spoke with a bit of haughtiness.

Trying to envision him as if he were a superior at work had allow me to reign in my nervousness somewhat. But it surly was placed on a shaky foundation.

Was he the one who took me from the river bank? I could see no reason as to why he may have done so.

Then again so did that man…

I nearly died twice in one day…

Just how dangerous was this place?

Even with the questions I already had, this world seemed to be thrusting more toward me. There was even the question of why I could now understand this man’s words.

But I couldn’t complain now. Even if I could, who would I complain to? When I thought about this, I felt as if I had forgotten something important.

Anyway, it wasn’t time for such thoughts…

If he wanted to kill me I would never have awaken. In addition, he even came out to greet me. Despite this, kindness was not free. I had to pay up sooner or later.

I may have tossed out the idea that this was a dream but I could not deny that its shadow still remained in my minds recesses.

The old man smiled and for a moment I worried whether if he could see past my façade. The thought made me cringe silently. But then he did not say anything else then but only turned to look at the bookshelf. I unwarily followed his eyes and searched through the few book to the ones he had his eyes on. In a swift but causal motion, he reached up, taking them off the shelf and into a pile that grew with each volume.  But he removed the first of the book retrieved and to my surprise tossed it toward me.

After a short while, He had removed three books in total, including the one that I currently held. Looking down at the book, I quickly knew that it was the one that I originally tried to take before I was interrupted by his entrance. He glanced upward, taking a passing glance at my face before uttering the words “Come…”

After he spoke, he body seemed to move with awkwardness that some of his age may have.  However, this could have been a play on my eyes, seeing this that may not have existed or that were meant to be seen. Whatever the reason, the man strolled into the darkness and I followed him while showing a slight bit of hesitation on my face.


Surprisingly, beyond the darkness were eventually a table with a few chairs. However, surrounding these were vast set of books lined on numerous shelf of around my height. The lighting here was greater than that of the earlier room, such that it was enough to see without issue. Curious to its source, I looked upward to the ceiling to find luminous objects transparent like that of crystal attached.  I unwittingly gasped at the unexpectedness of the entire scene; the tranquility of the surrounding made this place appear to be an ideal reading space.



Before I realised I had muttered out these words. The old man remained silent, but now wore a slight grin together with a faint glint in his once sleepy eyes.

‘I guess no matter where, people want the things they like to be praised…’

Seeing the lack of windows and the crystal like lights made me wonder whether this place was underground. Strangely, while the air was still cool as before, it no longer held the dampness from earlier…

With the combination of the two reminding me of air conditioning…

I might as well shoot for it.

“Am I still in the forest?! Why is such a place here?”

As I spoke, the old man turned to me.

“So you understand…”

Given such a place, why would he bring me here?

“Well it’s not that it matters. Anyway, sit. ”

His words contained a mild fervour, and for some reason it felt familiar to me. It reminded me of when one would feign disinterest as to hide interest. But such an action would have been illogical based on his on introduction.  Or maybe it was that my earlier comment pleased him more than I initially believed it would.

‘Maybe he is more interested in me than me lets on…’

Soon, I found myself at a rectangular table with rounded edges on a seat that felt firm but pleasant.  While the two books Flow held was placed on his right, I took the book given to me that I had yet to open into my hand.

It had no title and the binding appeared to be made of a substance reminiscent of crystal. The cup from before flashed through my mind. But as interesting as it was, my attention couldn’t stray away from the old man who sat only a few feet away.  I returned the book to the table on my right when I saw that the old man appeared ready to speak.

“First, I must warn you that trying to deceive me will result in me immediately osting”

“Not even the strong ones dare to venture the forest at night using the paths.”

“In this forest, for the weak such as you, you will not last a few minutes there…”

These words were met with a silence which underscored his seriousness. He had already grasped that I was a foreigner to these parts from the little time that I knew him.

Looking at his pose, I already understood that he thought little of the threat.

I recalled that howl…

It was super effective.

But I questioned whether it was more dangerous for me to produce the truth. I scratched my scalp.

I wonder if he would believe me if I told him the truth.

If the situation was reversed, I would think I was crazy.

that was common sense-!

I had no idea of the ‘common sense of this world’ so I couldn’t asses it with any confidence.

What should I say?

The silence was broken as the old man leisurely continued.

“Now I’ll ask…”

He paused with his arm, no his elbow firmly on the table and his cheek on his fist; his face held eyes that now carried a tranquil look as if mocking the severity of my situation.

Like a sort of malevolence against my future, his eyes were cold and gazed in my general direction. They were the sort that a person who had seen much ‘things’ in his life, maybe too many things. But the man also spotted a slight smirk as if interested in my future response. The feeling of dissonance was surely real now.

I placed my hands to the table and slow rubbed my chin as I look at the smooth surface of the table. I had cast my eyes away, unable to bare that look any longer. He could see throught me is what my instinct told me and I had no intention of becoming some strange beast’s meal.

I inhaled softly then spoke while exhaling with equal force.



Sensing the change I me, Flow glaze lessen and he returned to a more neutral state as if to allow me to speak.

“It’s not that I want to lie but I am fearful that it would be the truth that may be a problem.”


I raised my head. I looked at Flow. I wondered if this was wise choice. My tongue felt somewhat heavy from my hesitation and my mind drifted to the beads of sweat that crept down my brows.



“I don’t think I’m from anywhere around here”

“You don’t think? Are you taking me for a fool?”

As if sarcastically showing that I was stating the obvious, he raised his brow while still maintaining eye contact.

But apart for this, he sat with general disinterest. Or what I saw might have been something else. Was it instead disappointment? I couldn’t tell from his demeanour, but something change then. But he had remained silent. I took that as a sign to continue.


“I don’t know how I came here…”


“I… When I thought at least I had found some temporary safe haven”

“We got attacked by only god what and got separated!”

“After that, I fell, and then nearly drowned in a river but then I find myself here!”

“such a crazy place…”

“From almost being killed by whacko godknowwhat and saved by some half naked guy that looks like some thug.”

“I was just heading back to my office and then I…”

Somehow I felt it would be best not to mention what I found in the alley.

“next thing I know I was somehow caught between a fight”

“… and I still don’t know where I am!”

My inner face contorted due to my lack of control of my speech. But it felt immensely good to vent of stress even if it may not have been at an appropriate time. And it was this fact that made my heart beat in a rhythm sounded by a mixing of fear and passion.

I placed my hand on my face.

‘At the very least, I need to make the best of what I have.’

However, as I looked at the old man face, I was stunned. He hadn’t changed his facial expression even through that little outburst of mine. No, there was a slight change in his eyes. The old man eyes, which was first lazy then force had returned to its original lazy look. However mixed in was a sharpness that I could somewhat recognize.

But this explanation would exclude the strange aura that I felt in my surrounding. Feeling such a strange sensation, I instinctively responded and jerked upward due to my surprise.  It felt a bit disgusting for whatever reason.

“…Hoh, interesting”

Confused at the old man comment, and I had no doubt that this fact was visible to him as it was likely clearly shown to him through my facial expression. He sounded genuinely interested in my story. But I had expected him to be of the more impatient folk.  Or was it something else?

‘Thinking back he did call me that before…’

I took him to be of the more straight forward type and thought that if maybe if there was some sort of mind reading skill he would have used it already. Maybe he did.

‘Well, whatever…’

‘Or was he enjoying my displeasure?’

It didn’t add up. I was getting more unsettled. A cold feeling began to setting at the nape of my neck.

‘Did I read wrongly? Well whatever, I might as well push forward ’

“I didn’t know people move at such insane speed or cut through rock with swords”

“Seriously what sort of…”

“You have yet introduced yourself…”

“Right… Sorry.”

I stopped momentary and scratched my check, embarrassed about such an oversight.

“My name is Li, Li Byr”

“… I see”

There was a period were nothing was said by either of us. Under the gentle light from the crystal which illuminated us, this surreal space felt even more empty and spacious than it was. For this quiescence, I became lost in the quietness, even if it was a strangely inappropriate time to do so.

However ,my mouth had move to break this stillness, even without my knowledge…

“I only remember me leaving work to go drop off data to one of our partners at an office and then got lead around…”

Then for some reason a white piece of, ‘paper?’ floats out of an alley”

What am I saying?

At that moment I experienced a crippling headache.

But my memory which were vaugue before seemed to have cleared up significantly.

But I needed to pause to make sense of the new information.

Back then what I saw was a metal slab and a big white dog…

No, it was more like a wolf.

A white wolf…

my face changed as I tried to remember more.

“There were some flashing strange ‘lights’, but when I came too I was smack in the middle of a fight.”

“There is nothing else I can say that you would want to know”

It may not be able to lie but I now thought that it was probably not a good decision to divulge everything.


For the first time, Flow stroked his chin…