"Then why am I here?" Elias whispered.
The floorboards still creaked where it had stood. That was the first thing Elias noticed when he woke. Dawn bled through the frost-crusted window, pale and thin, and the cabin felt emptier than before — if that was possible. The visitor was gone. mysteries visitor part 2.
But something remained.
You have three days, it said. Then the Anchor will open a door. Not to my world. To the place between worlds. And something else will come through — something that has no eyes, no name, no mercy. It will not visit. It will stay. "Then why am I here
I cannot, said the visitor. Only the Anchor's keeper can. And now — it pointed one long finger at Elias's chest — that is you. Elias woke on his cabin floor, the iron poker digging into his ribs, the fire long dead. Dawn was still bleeding through the window. Only seconds had passed. But the shard was real — warm in his palm, its tiny galaxy spinning. Dawn bled through the frost-crusted window, pale and
The being tilted its head. One of its eyes closed — a slow, deliberate blink.
You were not supposed to follow.