The Well of Wonders

"The Well of Wonders is smothered in stories. They say it is the place where possibility went to die. They say it is the grave-prison of the First Storyteller. They say that if you can endure the winds, you will learn that which was never known."

The Well of Wonders is the black hole of Eleutheria. It is the prison for an enemy of the Halved that commit a sin too personal for the Midnight Sun.

(Awake. The play will begin once again. This time my story will be told.)

A Disturbance

"Trespassers. You walk my paths. Pluck the fruit from my trees. Gorge yourselves until your bellies ache and your fat chins glisten with juice. Enjoy your stolen feast. You, and you; you will join my chorus. The rest of you are not worthy of a role."

Inside the Well is a garden full of bountiful fruits, and in the middle of it is an amphitheater. The performers and the audience of the theater are trapped in a frozen tea party by the Well's prisoner, only released once they are needed for a play. Most of the actors and audiences are individuals that ended up in the Well, some are pulled by the well-wind, some ended up here from the bottom of another well, but most of them are stranded here from Parabola. (What did they think they would find with that contraption of mirrors and glass?)

The prisoner of this well is rumoured to be the First Storyteller. Also known as St Solonace, a rebellious storyteller turned into a story, it holds control over the Well itself and is the one responsible for trapping the performers into their eternal torment. It will only relinquished its control of the performer when its story, The Ballad of the Solonacean Conjunction, finally reached its conclusion.

The only thing that are preventing the completion of the play is that there seems to be no one that fit for the role of the Prophet Exile. (All stories yearn to reach their end. When mine is finally complete, I will languish in ignominy no more.)