PROLOGUE
Was that his name?
The syllables making it up didn't come to mind, they were like void, something insubstantial, forever out of reach, what little he could make out didn't seem like it fit, it was like words in a language he'd never learned, with a phonetic alphabet so very foreign to him.
Or maybe that was exactly what was happeni...
Was that his name?
The syllables making it up didn't come to mind, they were like void, something insubstantial, forever out of reach, what little he could make out didn't seem like it fit, it was like words in a language he'd never learned, with a phonetic alphabet so very foreign to him.
Or maybe that was exactly what was happeni...