> turned slowly, taking in the ghostly images as they drifted thick upon the air. ‘And what is the point of recording such a story, if there is no one to appreciate it?’

> ‘Yet.’

> ‘What?’

> ‘No one to appreciate it yet.’ Trazyn’s metal fingers tapped against his staff. ‘I am no more unique in this universe than you. We are outliers, true, but not the whole of the species. And when my folk awake from their slumber of aeons, I shall have a story to tell them.’ He gave a rattling laugh. ‘I doubt they will appreciate it. Or even listen. But one does not expect gratitude from the masses.’ He glanced at his silent servants. ‘Dull-witted things.’