𝓘t is a curious thing that in your eyes,
my entire world is but the
dawn of a story yet untold.
𝓞r to put it another way...
𝓣his is a 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚.
[ He smiles gently. ]
As much as I love writing, admittedly... books do make for poor companionship.
[ He smiles gently. ]
As much as I love writing, admittedly... books do make for poor companionship.
[ He walks over and sits at his own chair behind the desk. It's covered in stacks of books, both open and closed. A quill floats independently above a page, scrawling endlessly. ]
It's nice to have a visitor, at least. I've been alone here for... a very long time.
[ He walks over and sits at his own chair behind the desk. It's covered in stacks of books, both open and closed. A quill floats independently above a page, scrawling endlessly. ]
It's nice to have a visitor, at least. I've been alone here for... a very long time.
[ His head tilts thoughtfully. ]
... But, that's merely speculation. I digress.
[ His head tilts thoughtfully. ]
... But, that's merely speculation. I digress.
And you... Do you have a name of your own?
And you... Do you have a name of your own?
If you're weary, I'm sure he wouldn't mind sharing his chair with you. He may even sit in your lap.
However, this place is not of your reality. Your consciousness is here, while your body remains at rest.
[ Dude they're baby. ]
If you're weary, I'm sure he wouldn't mind sharing his chair with you. He may even sit in your lap.
However, this place is not of your reality. Your consciousness is here, while your body remains at rest.
[ Dude they're baby. ]
[ The cat purrs as they pet him, arching his back affectionately. ]
[ The cat purrs as they pet him, arching his back affectionately. ]
Oh? Seems he likes you already.
Oh? Seems he likes you already.
My name is More.
[ Notably, there is a Bengal cat sitting in a chair near the desk behind him. ]
My name is More.
[ Notably, there is a Bengal cat sitting in a chair near the desk behind him. ]
[ Past the pale face of the man before them, they'll see their surroundings—a vast study, every wall lined entirely with books. A desk sits at the center, illuminated by light streaming in through the stained glass window above. ]
[ Past the pale face of the man before them, they'll see their surroundings—a vast study, every wall lined entirely with books. A desk sits at the center, illuminated by light streaming in through the stained glass window above. ]
Wake up, little one. At least let me find you a chair.
Wake up, little one. At least let me find you a chair.
... An unexpected guest.
... An unexpected guest.