A forgotten manuscript.
A pattern that should not exist.
A story that refuses to stay written.
As he starts to examine this unusual collection of writing, he thinks he is working with language.
When he starts looking at a set of bizarre pages, he thinks he is examining language.
Instead, he finds something infinitely more perilous: a text that appears to be mutable, based on the reader.
It is dictating one.
And the farther he drills, the more one question haunts him.
If somebody else has already written your life…
Can you ever write your own ending?