Pulling the book from the shelf, you find your name written in intricate lettering on the cover. Inside, you find page after page blank. Empty.

Finally, toward the middle of the book the text begins. The very first sentence reads, "He takes the book from the shelf and sees his name written in intricate lettering on the cover. As he opens it, the pages are empty…"

You clamshell the book shut, and try to make sense of this madness.