(In the clasp of time, at the moment you're seriously still reading this?)

  If it is my job to be the death of the Den's residents, what happens when all the residents are gone? I hear whispers of a time in the future of Dorrad Den where no god, no denizen and none of those that dream remain. So what then? death cannot die, a terrifying concept for my immortal mind. I believe when people get lonely they go out and buy a pet, given the chance I would like a goldfish. Alternatively I will purchase you, my pet audience.

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  This story does not find you by accident, I have written it for you. Learn of these confluent worlds, love them as I do. Feel your thoughts seeking its narrative like I do, perhaps this makes us the same. regardless, narrative is a force of nature. The universe is teeming with narrative, felt when you make an action of any size; and there is no disputing what happens. One day the narrative might need you, the Den might call to you in a nap or a deep sleep or a day dream. Summoned here as one of those that dream, a dream you will never forget.

  End of Part One.