The Book Without Eyes [Chapter Four]

I awoke several days later. But in all honesty, I can not be certain if the elapsed time was in fact, a matter of days. For after the book had opened my perception of time and space began to shift and distort tempestuously like some terrible maelstrom of malignant disdain. I would soon count my days in terms of book pages, for now the book would lay open, impenetrably fixed on a single page.

The only way to turn the page was to read, and as I did I would find myself slipping deeper and deeper into the cacophony of absolute vastness.

But fear not, traveler, I can now discern the true ethical relativism of the multiverse. This is why I am retelling my story to you.

There are several of us, more significant than the masses of God-food that make up the majority of space, who can call to power great change. The beast I spoke of earlier is that great change and those relics of great power can call the beast into being. Or rather, we will be called to it. My retelling shall be your map to it and so I will continue.

I awoke several days later to behold the book lying open on my desk. I tried to ignore it, shut the premonition from my mind. I told myself it was nothing more than a psychotic hallucination brought on by the tap water (at the time I was paranoid of a fabricated "Big Brother" who was polluting the waterways and thus turning the masses into drones) and that I just needed to be more cautious. These were, of course, absurd notions by my primordial psyche trying to make sense of the incalculable knowledge that was slowly being driven into my mind like water eroding stone. 

I walked to my refrigerator for sustenance, a trivial want of the flesh that I would soon forget, when I heard something truly awful. 

From behind the walls I heard the bass, it kicked and rattled them. My Evas vibrated sardonically to the pulse like mocking trolls. I recognized the song for my neighbor, Sedel, played it continuously everyday whenever he was at home. It was titled "Bando" and it was by Migos. As the sounds penetrated my apartment I could feel the knowledge of the book weakening and my mind dulling to the ludicrous ramblings of these pop icons. 

The book became indignant. 

Then my apartment flipped and gyrated tumultuously and I was flung around like a rag doll. When gravity had centered itself once more I noticed the terrible noises coming from Sedel's apartment had been silenced. Upon further inspection I could hear a low rumbling of thunder and the swooning croon of wind blowing against the cracks in my windows. 

I stood up. My apartment had been literally turned upside down, all of my material possessions lest the book were scattered along what was now the floor. I painstakingly made my way to a window and peeked through it. On the other side of the transparent glass were rolling hills topped with long, seaweed like grass that swayed like hair in the whining wind. Above them was only a dark sky, completely empty except for two radiant moons that pulsated like hearts.

-Jestro