This story, and all stories that have sprung from the wellspring of my imagination, are
dedicated to those who walk the unseen paths, the silent guardians who stand
between worlds. To the quiet observers who perceive the shimmer in the air, the
subtle dissonance that whispers of realities beyond our own. To the brave souls who
accept the burden of knowledge, who understand that the mundane is but a thin
veneer over a universe teeming with wonders and terrors. This is for the dreamers,
the skeptics, and the believers, for those who have ever looked at the stars and felt a
profound, inexplicable pull, a longing for something more. It is for the unsung heroes
who mend the tears in the fabric of existence, who mediate between the celestial and
the infernal, not for glory or reward, but for the preservation of balance and the
simple continuation of the world as we know it. May you always find the strength to
step forward, to face the encroaching shadows, and to mend the breaches before they
become chasms. And to my own personal go-betweeners, the steady anchors in my
own chaotic realities, who offer unwavering support and understanding even when
the veil between my imagination and my everyday life grows thin. Your belief has
been my most potent shield