When It was my turn, the ostrich asked. "Your fee?" It presented a glowing crystal ball.
I did not know what to do, but Chronovore guided me.
I raised a hand, and placed it on the ball.
"Think of a name in your home town."
I did. Thomas the mailman. A short man with an aggressive stare—I think— that made my boys fear taking the mail.
But in reality, was actually a chill guy that enjoyed the reactions of the kids.
I remember he tried to....
Ah... of course, I can't remember—not anymore.
The moment i thought of him placing my hand on that crystal ball, the strongest emotion I had—defining the relationship we had, went with him.
Even the name Thomas, I simply made up in this journal.
Just so—that short figure of a good man could have some remembrance in this otherwise terrible world.
So that somewhere in the Stream of Lost souls of equivalent exchange, if Hold of Knowledge visits him, he might know... I tried.
