Not the book itself, but what the book means. Everything written, described, put in its place in the language of magic and reality. Every unkin leaves their mark.Īnd now, finally, imagine a great book within which the entirety of the Vellum has been recorded. When they move, they bring their stories with them and transplant them into other worlds. These are the unkin, people who have awakened to the true reality hiding beneath the surface and in so doing have indelibly marked the Vellum with their presence. Even people are just little marks on the vellum, symbols or stories that move about and tell themselves over and over again.Īnd then imagine some of those marks - those symbols and stories - uprooting themselves from their place on the vellum and crossing to another. Every crack is a world, every fold a pocket universe in which anything can happen. And then crumple that sheet up, mangle it as best you can without tearing it apart.
Imagine reality as a great, infinite sheet of vellum, upon which anything can and has been written. Time does not follow a strict and orderly progression.
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