The Chains of the Stars

In the old library at my school, I found strange pencil writing left in a book.

When I wrote a reply beneath it, a new response appeared in turn.

By a stroke of fate, I began exchanging messages, one line at a time, with friends from other timelines in that cramped library.

Thousands of timelines and hundreds of millions of civilizations, condensed into pencil marks on the page, flooded into my mind.

Then, without warning, it all came to an abrupt halt.

As I recalled our conversations, I began to notice all sorts of mysteries.

So I set out to find the answers.