[@DocRock] [hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"Trawling together your bits and bobs from your scrounging, you tuck the pale leather exterior of the mysterious tome you have into your arm and rest under the shanty. With your arm serving to steady your head, you find yourself in the strange ambient evening air to drift off again to the unconscious. The fatigue of your endeavor sucks you under before you know it and soon there is an all too familiar fall that comes with you into the darkness. Yet this time, rather than dragged beneath where there is no breath to be had, you find yourself in the twilight of lucidity in the shallows. Perhaps here your will might manifest, for the storm that tore at you before is gone; the jaws of the abyss not ready to devour whole."

"Surely stirring some in the waking world, you realize this is your opportunity if any to find some recollection of the past. All that remains is for you to focus, to guide and steer your vessel of thought, hoping that it avoids the rake of the traumas survived and that it sails into the smooth harbors of answer..."