What I don’t understand, and a key element I think we’re missing, is the concept of the AGP office as a well - as in the physical location of it. If BoW Sully and crew anchored their self-casting spell on the AGP office as a well (which seems crucial based on Evelyn AG’s writing, along with her family lineage), then why are we seeing it now (instead of some random building in Manhattan being haunted by a variety of unsettling apparitions). Our (BoK) AGP offices have seen several iterations. Maybe it’s the spirit of it rather than the physical location that makes it a well? The name of the place?
I think this fundamentally changes the concept of what we think about as “wells.”
Sully has explained the part I am to take in all of this. What he needs me to do. What he needs me to find. If things weren’t so dire, I would refuse, but the world is crumbling around us, and it seems that whoever is to blame if there is anyone to blame, hasn’t yet been discovered. We’re nearly out of time.
Our world as we know it is coming to a close and we have to act swiftly to save it. The Last Figuration will draw not only objects and people to aid it but also summon the hidden objects required to open Warner’s safe, which I have brought back at Sully’s request, though I swore to never look on [missing word here] again. There are countless combinations to the safe, most of which I never learned, but I know one, and that is where I’ve hidden the object Sullivan has given me to keep and protect. Even holding it… It is an object that could at best, turn the tide of our world’s demise, but at the very least it could buy those who remain in the end extra time, a temporary dam, granting them enough power to keep fighting this scourge.
The box, the “vault” is the other Warner Green’s magimystic safe.
And there’s something inside we could use to fight the death of magic.
A well as a concept, an idea, instead of just a physical location. That’s a great point. And is AGP the only one of these wells so deep that they stay wells no matter where they go, or what they become?
So, we need AG (or Woolie if he is indeed BoW Warner) to tell us what the combination is…and we open your magic box of many drawers and we save the universe.
Sweet. We have a plan. I like plans. Even more when I go back and read them and they make no sense to me. That’s how you know it’s a good plan.
I can only imagine how my brother would feel if he were to see me now, fighting for everything he believed in. I turned my back on him, and will always regret it, but now I can do something to fight for the world he loved so much, and perhaps after, do what I can to protect it. Continue it. I was never proud of my name. Not like Warner. But I am a Green. And I will fight for the world of magic.
What white light awaits us in the end. Nothing but fractured thought and light. Nothing and everything. Serafina is lost to me in the blinding. There was far less time than we imagined. It happened too fast to fix. Too fast for our spell to work. We failed. In the light there is a new world emerging. Gray and without wonder, washing us away. But a last imagining comes to me. One last chance to save magic. I will try and cross the broken bridge, to enter the fray or follow my brother on to
That was the end of the entry. I’ll wait to see if there’s more, but… yeah.
Well we know from the shipping record I “found” in that basement that the safe was shipped away from the book shop, so she seemed to have finished her part.
Goodness there’s even more today. I’m going to start somewhere in the middle.
My theory about time is maybe not new in the world of science fiction. I believe that all of time, all points in history, while appearing distant in our natural, linear view, may actually be happening all at once. Or in the least, over a relatively short period of time.
Instead of one long strip of paper detailing all of history, the strip is layered over itself, in a stack. (Maybe a book?) usually, what happens in the past affects the present, and we can’t look back and alter things in the other direction. But say we poke a hole in one of the pages.
Now we can see a glimpse of the page before our own. Maybe sometimes the connection is strong enough that we can communicate, as was the case with Knatz and past-Saberlane, but perhaps this time all we have is a pinprick and we can just barely see what’s happening on the other side of the page.
That’s the way I like to think of it, anyhow. I’d like to see our interaction with Knatz as proof of my theory, but acknowledge that I may just be choosing the most convenient facts to confirm my bias. I’ll go put my inner sci-fi nerd away now.
What if we are that chance? Maybe she can see a glimpse of us through the pinprick too? I want to open that vault. To me, that feels like it may be the key to everything. To save her, or perhaps to pull her from her timeline into our own. I’m not sure tbh, but that’s where my instincts lead me.
I’ve been wrapped up in studying this all day. Additional dimensions are nothing new to me, but I can’t seem to visualize how string theory works. Maybe if I could build a physical model I could wrap my mind around it. That helped me understand tesseracts when I was 9 years old and confused.
