Modern man is drowning for no one told him he cannot swim.

A Transition

Mei went to sleep after a while. Something shook the table, spilling ink and causing an electric spark. The notebook caught a small fire—just a flicker. Her wish for a strange calling had been answered, but not in the way she imagined.

A portal opened between her notebook and another, 2,000 years in the past.

Everything she wrote would be copied, moving through time and the ether.

Every word she wrote in her notebook travelled through time, falling into the hands of Seneca the Younger, the Roman philosopher. Soon, the same would happen to Nim.

This time portal is a one-way passage: Mei can send messages but not receive any.

Seneca the Younger would receive all their messages, yet both Mei and Nim would remain far beyond his reach.