Who Lives Inside Your Head

On the seventh day Hiero arrived, and everything got considerably worse.

In a particular sense: nothing broke, nothing exploded, nobody was hurt (physically). It just got uncomfortable. Like when you’re sitting in a warm bath and someone opens the door, and cold air drifts in from the hallway, and you realize the bath isn’t a room. That beyond it—there’s a world. And it isn’t warm.

Hiero opened the door.