The proof that I can Write is clear. Still mind-boggling, breath-taking and awe-inspiring, but clear. It’s now time to decide what the first Age of many will be. I’ve been so obsessed with actually accomplishing the technical side, I haven’t given myself any time to consider the creative side of the Art. What sort of Age will I create?

I’ve visited many Ages, all so unique, so beautiful in their own separate ways. What will be my own opus? Did the D’ni writers conciously create a world that would reflect their soul? Perhaps in the act of Writing, the Age was instinctively imbued with that sort of personal beauty?

Listen to me, talking about an Age’s “instinct”, as if it were alive, how foolish of me! I can’t allow myself to get swept up to the point where I truly lose grip on reality and accept what I see as magic. I sometimes allow myself to call it magic, true, but I always recognise that there is science behind all of it, even if I cannot comprehend how it functions.

There can be beauty in that too.