The Ex-book
Part I:
As the fable goes, at noon on the twenty first summer equinox of every century the sky glows in an blindingly bright cascade of sunlight, almost as if angels were descending from the sky. In anticipation of this, Julius left his house early and has spent all day in the park near his house. He brought with him his favorite orange soda and a small sleeve of cookies. He slouched into the bench, keeping a close eye on his watch every few minutes. “Eleven forty-two,” he grumbled to himself, breathing out a hefty sigh. “Can time pass any slower?”