There are cracks in the world. It’s how artifacts fall through to the Arcane Wing. It’s how muses slip through on strains of half-remembered songs. The world is permeable, and so is the mind. There are small cracks in the world, and there are large ones. I hope you found one to hide you, B. To hide you completely. I never want to see you again. Librarian Claire Hadley, 1989 CE
