After I had eaten my dinner I figured it was time to try the method to enter the book’s liminal space that is written on the first few pages. Grabbing the book off the table, I sit down and open it to the first page. It reads thusly :

Taking a second to think about it, I eventually decide that the entrance to the study is the best choice. ‘’Never really found a use for that room anyway, so if i can’t enter it anymore i don’t lose out’’ I say to myself.

‘I know the study door well enough since it’s opposite my own bedroom, so no need to go have a second look’ Deciding to read on, i flip to the next page

‘Alright’ I think to myself ‘that’s clear enough I think. I’ll check the final step before I do any of this though.’ flipping the page once more, i come face to face with the final step to hopefully, finally making an inroad into understanding everything that is happening. Or rather, isn’t happening as hardly anything has changed even though a hole was punched in reality!

Reading that I promise myself not to overcharge myself, so as to avoid unnecessary injury. I continue reading.

‘’Well, if there were any doubts to whether this was weird and confusing it should be entirely cleared up at this point.’’ I say out loud, getting up from the couch and starting the search for my favourite pen so I could sign my claim.

‘’It should be… Right… HERE!’’ Finding the pen behind the TV, I head back to the couch. Opening the book on page two, I speak aloud as I write. ‘’I, Nicholas Alverton, hereby lay my claim. That should do it, now where’s that wa- Oh, yeah there it is.’’

With the newfound warmth in my upper torso I stand back up once again, Liminal spaces in mundane reality in my right hand, heading towards the door to the study. Feeling strangely full, probably because of the warmth, I sent a glance through the living room before I went to the hallway. The leather couch, the TV, the table and the rest of the furniture, not knowing if this is going to do anything, I still decide to firmly keep an image of my living space in mind.

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Stepping through the door to the hallway I head straight to my destination. Reaching forward, I put my left hand on the door and lean Liminal spaces in mundane reality on the door with my right. I close my eyes, imagining the warmth as a rolled up spool of thread. I use my mind to lead it through my torso into my left hand.

From the left hand, through the door and into the book. Book into hand, into torso and back again. I repeat this, each time I complete a loop it is like the middle of the circuit pulses. Each completed circuit like it manifests something greater than the constituent parts.

Every circuit completed, more and more of the now threadlike energy cements itself. Slipping out of my control and becoming part of the new connection. And then, I run out of thread just as I reach the completion of one. Last. Circuit.

I open my eyes and for just a brief moment I see the connection with my own eyes. It pulses and releases a flash sending a shiver down my spine as I reflexively blink to restore my vision, yet I never lost my sight at all.

Yet again, in front of me, something inexplicable has happened. Something not explainable by science. What used to be just like any other door is now intricately engraved in a similar manner to the borders contained in Liminal spaces in mundane reality.

As if possessed, I put my hand around the doorknob. Opening the door I don’t even blink as I step through and find myself in a place no man or woman has ever walked before.

Before my eyes is a seemingly endless library, having no end in sight. Shelves filled with books, yet they contain no titles or covers. However it is not only my visual senses that are stimulated by this environment.

My nose, filled with the scent of old and new paper. The smell of well maintained wooden shelves, accompanied by the sound of flipping pages. The sound of books closing, opening and falling down.

Within this Liminal Library, I find myself curious yet terrified. They say curiosity killed the cat, yet knowing the possibly only exit to this space is right behind me, I hope my satisfaction brings me back.

I want to know what these halls contain, I want to master all that is this new reality. I love the sheer possibility all of this represents. I now realise the reason I went along with this so easily, it’s because I want more. More chances, More opportunities. More out of Life.

I am sick and tired of the mundanity of it all. I feel a pulse from my right hand and as I send a glance toward Liminal spaces in mundane reality it once more changes. I have the feeling that this time is different however, I feel it is a change that originates from me. This feeling is reinforced when I see the changes. The ink moved, as if alive, into different letters in a different arrangement.

The book, now titled Nick’s Desire, sends a pulse through my right arm which imparts to me a feeling of completeness yet also untapped potential. A promise to me that there is more out there for me. A vow to the world that Nicholas Alverton is going to take it by storm.

I look away, leaving it for later and once more looking around. Once more I take in the various sensations and this time I notice that the air contains a warmth not so dissimilar to that which resided in my torso. ‘Could this be ether?’ I think to myself. The first proper thought I’ve had this whole time.

I decided that yes, it is ether. I also decided that no matter what is in the, henceforth officially named, Liminal Library, I would overcome it.

‘’I, Nicholas Alverton, hereby proclaim myself the first sorcerer of Earth. I proclaim that from this point on I will live my life to the fullest. I PROCLAIM THAT I WILL NOT BE STOPPED BY THOSE WHO SEEK TO STOP ME!’’

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