What monsters lurk in the worlds beyond our perception, what red devils can compare to the things that I have not seen—no, I have not seen them, not the whole, but parts, enough that I have known them. They are here and not here. You think me mad, I’m sure; unhinged by a shock, perhaps? I suppose I am. I was not ready for the things that awaited me in the glen…but I saw the world unfolded like a pop-up book. What is it, one square acre? Unfolded is the right word. I got to the old marble columns and the roman statuary and the fountain, and then everything was undone. The sky itself changed, the stars moving and disappearing, new stars and planets coming from out of corners we cannot know. The things that live there! I know not why they are bound to that little garden. Perhaps our world is too small for them to enter. That little garden contains a universe.
I cannot say much more. I’m addled, I know. I’ll sleep, and I’ll forget. It will all seem a dream in the morning.
Tale Told 
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