In the stillness of the night, when dreams are tangible, and the light of day has faded, Faith began to dream.
In her thousand nightime visions she relived lives, both haughty and tragic. Each relayed a message of foreboding, warnings unheeded, and the omnipresecence of the mysterious book. With each dream she searched for the elusive book, each time she grasped it, the dream would
fade and another would begin.

In her final dream, she found herself at her library, in a seemingly mundane dream, checking out books, checking in books, performing her daily routines. She had even momentarily forgotten about the book, believing herself to indeed be back at work.

A man approached the counter, book in hand,
“I have the book for you” he stated.
Odd choice of words she thought, as she reached for the book and realized it was THE BOOK .

“Wait” she cried, a million questions on her lips.
“The Book is yours, my soul is free.”
“I don’t understand”
“You will, if you wish it.”

Faith awoke with the book.