Chapter 07: Of a feather.
Barong wasn't the big lumbering dolt I had initially assumed he'd be, and I suppose that's my fault for thinking such. The man was a giant, but he seemed to be honest with me. His words were cryptic, sure but I was already here, so I might as well enjoy it before I conjure up another room to be stuck in for all eternity. He spoke so smooth, and his voice was so bass-filled I thought my heart was going to vibrate out of my chest. It was strange trying to find out what made this man tick, but it was as if he knew I was trying to figure him out. Looking down at me, he grinned, before answering most of the questions I had since things had begun to get out of control.
"Jason, my man you've been introduced to this place, and I assure you this isn't a coma, or some fabrication of a drug-addled child- though Zero doesn't say you do those things. This place is a fabrication of the collective mindset over nearly two-in-a-half thousand years. I'm not that old, but thi