Anomaly Valley


The grass is purple in that valley.  And the sky is green.  That’s how you will know that you have reached the entrance to the vault.

I never really expected those words from an ancient myth to guide me on this failed expedition.  And it was failed because even if I found the vault, even if I managed to enter it and lay my eyes on what lay within, I would never find my way out again. Continue reading

The Abacus of Dreams


Abacus of DreamsNo, not his dream.  His dreams hold no answers that make sense.  It’s possible his dreams don’t hold any answers at all.  Not the ones we need to find her.

It’s her dreams we need.  It’s the link we need.  He had something of hers from the island.  But he lost it on his way to rescue.  He lost it in the delirium of dehydration.  Now he has only his memories, his dreams, his desperate hope.  And to help him, I have only the Abacus.
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