26th April 1671

I climb aboard a rusted barnacle covered train which takes me downstream and into open plains. A gent opposite whose wooden head rests upon a spring shows me the contents of his case which glows blue and green with the star fish within. 'The fallen stalk amongst us' he says 'and mark our every move.' I gaze out the window
and see strange creatures move from tree to tree. We are only chaos tracing a line from cradle to grave and finding what we need.