Pocket worlds

Although you may find yourself with additions like wings or gills you usually keep most of your human shape in a pocket world. After all it’s what’s most firmly embedded in your mind, your image of yourself. The pocket worlds themselves though, are varied beyond belief. Even the most well documented and explored like Belareius and Leon expand and change every time someone new sings their way through the daemon doors. I’ve seen everything from the birth of a new moon over Solara, to a Nymphsis and lived to tell the tale. Time moves so differently in the pocket worlds that I couldn’t even tell you my age, but know I was eighteen when I found myself standing before my first daemon door. I don’t think my heart has ever been the same since it spoke to me, damn near frightened me to death. But from the moment I stepped though it I’ve never looked back. I must have sung my way through a thousand doors by now, exploring and recording everything I find. I treasure my journals above all else, precious memories submitted to ink and paper, maps, illustrations of dreamscapes and the entities who dwell within those worlds, born of song. The tangible records of all I have experienced. When I die my journals will live on and perhaps some part of me within them. Next time you cross the stepping stones over Riva search for my name in the corner of your guiding map.

Yours faithfully in fragments and songs,

Tam Eidus