Hi, everyone. The author's dead. I used to be his friend. He told me about a story he was writing. He had always wanted to be an author. But he didn't know that what he was writing, what we thinking, wasn't just his imagination. It was a gateway to something much bigger. He thought he was only a young aspiring author, but how wrong he was in thinking that.

Come with me as I tell you the about the world he was making.

I am not very good with tags and such so please do suggest whatever you think is right and please tell me if there is any big plothole.