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.

With only 17 hours until he was due to meet Artemisia and no crafted box to deliver, Reo’ris went for a late night walk in the neighbourhood to consider his options.

Reo’ris’ crafting had not gone well. It had been a long few days–many more than he had expected or hoped. He was feeling a little hungover but not sure if it was the wine last night or the effort. But now it was time for the final push.