[@DocRock] [hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"Upon the sunny shore of your prison, do you begin to browse the apocrypha that your fate has granted you. Through the first few pages you discover that the words and imagery are all very strange in themselves, much like the others you dared browse in passing earlier. Whereas those others filled you in this weary time with a variety of emotions, as you hope this book soothes your soul. Sadly, for all your efforts, you cannot make out the text's meaning, at least not in this moment, but it is a bright point of light to see such terrific and truly awing imagery of what appears to only be paradise. What a contrast this moment is in relation to the darkest of darkness that threatened to swallow you whole."

"While there is no knowing just what the rest of the text entails for now, a strange quirk draws your eyes from the pages you are reading. Perhaps it really is madness gnawing at you still, as your brief interlude of lucidity strikes you with the reality that all of these books, barring the one you hold open in your palm, are clearly damaged beyond legibility. Did you truly pick the only one that survived at all or had it been fated that way? The how and why is already gone from you, as ashes begin to land upon the page. Brushing them off, you snap your prize shut and secure the bleached leather..."