The timing of it seems to be fitting. Ever since I found the locked book I’ve been tormented into this desire in opening it. As I tried to work one day, I thought I kept hearing whispers emanating from it, but they sounded like my own voice. Yesterday I found myself holding the book, transfixed with the news of the solar eclipse on the TV. And today I find myself clutching it and wandering the woods, unsure as to how I got here. In the darkness of the moon’s shadow, this key appeared and with it, I unlocked the book.
