A promise is a promise.
The voice reminds me.
So, here goes.
The strangest volume has come into my possession. It is tiny and fits easily in the palm of my hand. Yet it is so thick I cannot close my fingers around the whole of it.
It took me the longest while to figure out how to open it to look within. A lock of sorts sits on the cover and laughs at my attempts to free its contents.
Only by a revelation from a dream did I finally release the pages within.
But I must stop now, in obedience.
And proceed cautiously.