The world froze. It stopped spinning. The wind stopped blowing. The clouds stopped sailing. The water, even the waves about to crash, stopped moving like it had suddenly turned into realistic sculptures.
Something spoke.
Ackster heard it. Unfortunately, there was no one else nearby who could tell him if he had gone crazy after accomplishing what he had set out to do ten years ago. Or maybe it was fortunate.
Whatever the source of the voice was, it wasn't something Ackster understood. He couldn't even sense it. But each sentence, each word, each syllable, each letter gave Ackster chills. If he had been permitted to move, he would have trembled like a wet dog.
