Book I

Tiamat Turned



The first thing is not a word, but a sound, an idea made manifest. The inner thoughts of a person are released into the liminal. With the first stroke of black on white, the page is transformed; from blank everything to something afloat in a newly created Nothing.

From the void, which is not, a shout and a cry, the release of thought to word, an act of creation itself, it dispels the Nothing,

Creating the Absurd,

A realm of something reflected through liminal mists,

In mirrors of shadowed nothings

“Nothing is true, but everything is.