Layers upon layers of eternal worlds co-exist, spinning in opposite directions as they journey through the infinite fathoms of time and space. Between each dimension is a great spiritual void, set in place by eternal laws, through which no mortal being can pass.
I was ten years old when my life was turned upside down by the disappearance of my Uncle Bruce. I will never forget the strange events which took place. I have attached in the appendix all the documents I have been able to gather regarding this incident. I was with my father and mother at the police station when they filed the missing persons report. He was last known to be driving from Goose Creek, SC to Hiltonhead. My father had spoke to him on the phone before he set out from Goose Creek. He never made it to Hilton Head, and he wasn’t answering his phone.
The Temple of Wik rose into the sky like a monument of glory, the top of which was only visible above the clouds. It’s sacred stones testified of the immortal power from which it was made, for there was not a sign of age upon them. As smooth and glossy as pure crystal, the surface of the monument reflected a thousand colors, and it’s translucence reflected the transparency of those who have dedicated themselves to its purpose.