He turned, and looked at me, and stared at me. He answered my question /x/. He answered it in precise detail, of stars exploding, of planets cooling, and all life dying. He said it so chillingly, I can't even describe one tenth of what he said to me. And all this time, the part of me I had just found instinctively knew, do not look at what he cradles. He finished speaking, and I continued looking into his eyes. The one part of what he said to me, that you could comprehend was this "This is the first Object." I knew then that I could look at what he cradled. I took it from him. He looked at me. "They must never come together. Never." He turned back into his corner, and began talking that language again. I walked out of his cell, and found my way out of the building. Absolutely dazed. I looked at the Object he had given me. Much like what he had said to me, you would not understand the Object. It is not of this realm.