Through some strange trick of magic and technology, You will see a paper, lacking anthology.
Gazing into it is like peering into a deep ocean of ancient stars. A warm, comforting presence so close, yet so very far.
The origins of where this parchment has come from are unknown. Its age beyond countable, passing the age of those ancient bones.
Its creator, as far as you can tell, left no trail. As you’ve heard, their progress has failed.
Looking you’ll see those stars, arranged to resemble your face. The cold glassy surface also reflects empty space.
But this is no scam. Yes it’s all very true. And as always, it’s still just you.









