I open my eyes. I have never been, as go your memes, prevented from sleeping by haunting thoughts had at the wee hours of the morning. No. Instead, I have been haunted through the day by dreams and that first thought – I suppose those first thoughts, in the aggregate – had upon waking. The thought I have upon returning to what I assume is the world of the waking and ordinary consciousness this day is one which will haunt me for the rest of my life. I think it, that terrible thought, while staring into the unblinking jet eyes of the jade serpent wrapped around the Rod of Wadjet as it rests in my lap. I hold it there, in my hands, just-so that I might be greeted by that very too-knowing smirk upon my return. S – Did the Master take the first Broken Boy he found? S – What does that even mean? S - Did I have enough imagination to invent a childhood for myself I never had? Is that what Metus meant when they said— S – Could I have been made into a Canum? My head j...