Chapter Four

Stagnant water soaked Seth’s boots.  With each step he clobbered generations of dead plant life under his feet.  He walked a path taken by many before him.  A separation in the field that stretched forever.  Compacted flora gave him a semi-solid platform to walk on, but with each step the water bubbled up from beneath.Continue reading “Chapter Four”


The dodecahedron sat idle in the depths of The Windbreak.  Floating at the center of a great mass of trees.  The Shape had been there since before the birth of written history.  At the end of each rainy season, five years, travelers ascended onto the plains paralleling that great stripe of wood.  Each looking toContinue reading “Prologue”

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