The Bedside Book: A Broken Covenant |
What if what you call 'experience' is but a pale shadow of your former self?
I have had many bedside books. Some spoke of others; some were trapped in the hollow cycles of reality. But none spoke of me. Until I found The Book. As always, the mist arrived first. I welcomed it; I was accustomed to its embrace. People rarely notice this: no matter what you do, the mist precedes everything. The paths remain open, the voices familiar, and the light bright enough—for a while. But then, the air grows heavy. Something invisible shifts. That is how the book began. First, the shadows lengthened. Then, the directions blurred. I reached that moment where I felt I was no longer moving forward, despite my steps. Most people stop. I did not. The book was in no rush. It waited to be known. But sometimes, something everyone blindly steps over trips a specific person. And from that moment on, darkness is never the same darkness again. The lines that tripped me were thresholds. Some fear them. Some calculate them. I… I crossed.
There was no hesitation. No fear. There was a calling, and........