Vision of Misery! (4)

Four days.

Four days had passed since the BoneTender had ventured to that land separated from the rest. The land to the far North.

The quest, for the Existential Parallels, as Serenity had once told him, was singular. Rich worlds, imbibed with cosmic nutrients through their histories; through their tales and components crafted by geniuses among accomplished Ordinaries – Deities – were the target.

They had always been.

And for this world, after the BoneTender had learned as much as he could from his new companion, he had determined that the best place to search for what he needed, was a land that claimed to be oldest and held almost as much mystery as that other island to the far West. One that was bordered by a barrier even the BoneTender couldn't break, try as he might.