The pages were filled with letters and symbols, cramped from top to bottom with what looked like strings of words and blocks of paragraphs. And here and there were larger markings, very much like those in my dreams that gave the clues for unlocking the book.
As my eye scanned down the first page the letters etc gave off a silver iridescence, indicating exactly where my gaze was focused.
I flipped to the back of the volume and saw that the pages from there back to the middle were empty. Plenty of room to make additions.
But I could not read any of it.