The Tale of a Candle Calling

You step onto solid pavement, bathed by the blue morning sun streaming in from ahead. From the stories you may have read about the Quiddity of Thought, which lies firmly in the Deeps of Sleep, you would expect it to be more of a no-man’s land teeming with savage communities of so-called “sentient” riff-raff. What you actually see before you is anything but.