The moment his mental touch brushed the surface, the world seemed to scream with the weight of eons.
"Argh!" Sol's mental projection buckled, his knees hitting the metaphorical floor of his mind.
A violent surge of information flooded his psyche, a torrential downpour of data that would have crushed anything man. Images of stars collapsing, empires rising from dust, and the very fabric of reality being stitched together flashed behind his eyelids. Through the chaos, a name echoed, vibrating in his marrow: Orphos.
Other than the obvious confirmation of its name…Orphos…Sol finally understood the truth of his predicament and why he had been cast into this war-torn jungle.
