I suppose I should start with myself.

Reliul

My name is Reliul. I lived here, in your universe--our universe--too long ago for me to attempt to describe. Evolution did not grant you the ability to visualize such numbers, though neither did it grant me the ability. But the curse of perfect memory will force a mind to learn.

How I got to my condition is admittedly difficult to tell, even after so long, though I will give you the short of it. I betrayed a true friend and got for my cruelty a true punishment. My body was erased, and I was granted the ability to sense all of a universe at once and remember it with perfect clarity. I suspect my "gifts" were designed as a sure form of torture, for the first centuries were... painful. What is pain without a body? The complete suffering of an overwhelmed mind. And without a voice, I could not talk to anyone I met or share any of the stories I saw.

It should be obvious to you that I can talk now, though if you were to ask how, after so long, I would have no answer for you. I only gained a voice upon reaching my home again, and I can only talk to one person: Veronica--the one who is so kindly typing my words.

It's the least I can do.

Again, I thank you. Now, that is well enough of me.

Veronica

Oh, that wasn't actually that long.

The name's Veronica Bynes, and unlike Reliul, there really isn't that much interesting about me. You can think of me as just some New Yorker who works in some random office--doesn't matter which--who happens to be able to talk to... uh, whatever Reliul is. God, it's weird as hell to hear it talk. No offense.

None taken.

It's like the whole universe is speaking--not in a loud sort of way, but more like everything is vibrating around you. That's not a good description at all. I said it better in the story we wrote of our meeting (Nearly a Stranger). Reliul's the one with all the fancy words, ok?

But yeah, long story short is that after some time of getting used to this, I agreed to help it share its stories. So that's what this website is.