On The Mountain Top -ch. 1- By Professor Amethy... Today

The last line of the Cha’ak glyphs was not a warning. It was a schedule.

On the lectern, there was no book. There was a single, large, flawless crystal of what looked like quartz. But it wasn't quartz. It was too heavy. When I touched it, it was warm. And it was not clear. Deep inside, swirling like smoke in a sealed jar, were images. Not reflections. Visions. On the Mountain Top -Ch. 1- By Professor Amethy...

I have read. The door is not a door.