You walk through the ancient, dusty library as you muse about the world. Specifically, you muse about the STORY you are about to tell. You await the telling of this story with both impatience and anxiety. You wonder why you feel a slight dread at reading the story. Perhaps it is because you are intimately involved with the saga, and you're sure it will be quite an odd experience to be a character in the very story you read as you act out the story in real life.
As you may have guessed by now, you know that this is no ordinary story. This is a story with strange effects on time that will leave those within fumbling for a hold on the present while falling in an infinite spiral toward the future.
You walk to a small bookshelf. On this almost unforgotten spot in the library are four BOOKS. Only two are actually worthy of mention, SEASON THREE and the one you soon will hold. Your cousin is currently telling the tale that is called Season Three, and he has an important role in it as you do in your own tale.
You pause to look at the binding of the book. It seems plain, almost too plain for the importance that it holds in your future. No matter how unassuming it looks, though, you know that the time has come to thumb through the pages that hold your destiny within.