Augur has come to the realization that he is lost and will forever be.

He ran out of string years ago. He still remembers the feel of the tattered end slipping through his calloused fingers. He could have turned back, picked up the muddy cord and followed it out into the familiar light. He chose to continue on, to crawl deeper into the dark caverns. Now he is captured by the endless maze of his inner underground.

This is not a silent place. He hears the whisper of past conversations and forgotten songs, captured by his mind to repeat in the endless rewind of memory.

The First Reading (Tuesday)

The Second Reading (Wednesday)

The Third Reading (Thursday)

The Fourth Reading (Friday)

Epilogue (Saturday)