The Room of Bygone Days

Please construct that room in your mind — that exquisite, delicate, and sturdy room. With your own soul as the antipode, envision that room in the distant cluster of stars. In that deep and dark place that cannot be named, cannot be spoken of, and cannot be projected on to the real world, your room may attract “His” attention. “He” isn’t interested in sacrifices. Your existence is what’s important. That which cannot be called shall knock at your door. As a guest, “He” will answer your questions — even if they are riddles that are eternally unsolvable. You must remember and firmly believe that there is nothing within the room that can hurt you, destroy you, or swallow you whole. Ah, good luck to you. This is a story… about an unlucky mage loved by a god.