4338.10 · January 10, 2018 AD
Clive Sees You
A government meeting room. A yellow envelope torn open to reveal impossible objects—devices that shouldn't exist, a letter describing a world that can't be real, instructions for a mission Nathan never asked for. But then his thumb finds the button, and blood is drawn, and the wall transforms into something alive with colour. And a voice speaks his name as though it has been waiting centuries to do so.
The envelope is open. The contents are spread across the table: five small rectangular objects wrapped in bubble wrap, a white plastic security card, and a letter in Seth's handwriting that reads like the ravings of a madman—except Seth's eyes at Cornerstone Café held no madness, only terror.
Portal Keys. Guardian Clans. An ancient civilisation. A hidden world called Clivilius. An artificial intelligence named CLIVE. A prophecy. A name—Luke Smith—that Nathan must find and stop.
The rational mind constructs explanations: psychotic break, elaborate hoax, conspiracy theories metastasised into delusion. But the devices feel wrong in a way that defies dismissal. Too heavy. Too warm. Made of something that exists outside familiar categories.
Seth's phone is disconnected. His address unknown. Ten years of friendship, and Nathan realises he never once visited the man's home.
There's only one way to know if any of this is real.
Point at the wall. Press the button.
Simple instructions. Simple as pulling a pin. Simple as stepping off a cliff.
The wall is waiting.
