"My name is Wister Lancelot. I am Nothing. I am thirty years old. I am six feet tall. My skin runs black like ink, and the lenses of my glasses shine in brilliant, white contrast. Envision me now. Envision my black boots crunching upon leaves, my gray coat catching upon a branch, the moisture sliding off elegantly across the fur lining within. See me as I wrestle against the shrubbery, tearing off the thin, outstretched wood, and marching onward.
Envision me so I may coalesce as a figure of lucidity within the dream. An objective truth among a subjective world.
See me now, so I may finally be Something."
Within the depths of a forgotten cave, a man known as Wister Lancelot finds a black leather book with the peculiar ability to write his thoughts into reality, manifesting them within an infinite library known as Babel. However, as Wister begins to write in the book, he soon discovers that there are dire consequences to its use. A Lovecraftian entity known as Traiathal begins destroying Babel and all the stories within, infecting with a primordial nothingness. Follow Wister as he attempts to reconcile with the entity, jumping through multiple short stories and poems in a race against time, where his own selfish desire may spell the end of Babel itself.