On The Mountain Top -ch. 1- By Professor Amethy... Guide

I am writing this now in my tent, though the tent is gone. I am sitting on bare rock, and the ink is not ink but a thin, black fluid weeping from the crystal I tucked into my jacket. Pemba was right. This is the Beyond-Place. And I have learned what the old kings learned, what the prophets heard in the silence.

I have read. The door is not a door.

I saw a city of towers built from the ribs of a creature larger than a continent. I saw a king with three mouths, each one speaking a different apocalypse. I saw a man in a modern business suit, weeping as he fed a stack of legal documents into a fire that burned violet. And I saw myself. On the Mountain Top -Ch. 1- By Professor Amethy...

When the professor reads, the door unseals. I am writing this now in my tent, though the tent is gone