The Writing In Stone

A book sits neglected in the library. No one seems to see it. No one knows it was ever there, not in the archive, and never authored. It's a record of infinite worlds, of stories past and those to come, where grand play starts and folklore ends. Blank pages oozing with ink till no space was left to append. From the great game of the gods, the triumph of the hero king, to the apocalypse of two worlds intertwined. The epics are told by countless men, but who would push the piece in motion? The writer of epics, conductor of the stars, the one behind the stage. Stories rarely wrote themselves to completion after all.