In the Library of the Eromveren, there lies a red book. By ancient custom, any who can travel through the Dream Realms to their city and gain entrance in, of which there are few, may write in this book. Anything that is written in the Red Book shall come to pass. But that which is written in that book must be under 1024 characters.

Many come to this city seeking power or wisdom. I came seeking true love. I sought to write a love story, the one I had long been dreaming of in my heart but never thought possible in such a world as mine. I begin with high hopes, remembering the words I would use to bring my love to life. But all the words I desire simply do not fit within the limit. For each revision I make, some detail—the color of her hair, the sound of her voice—must be excised, and some small part of the woman I longed for is gone.

For three days I have tried to revise this story. My appointed time here is nearing its end. I lay the book down and weep, and do not know if I will pick it up again.