(Compendium)
I am the Compendium. I reveal or conceal mysteries, as I wish them to be. This is the beginning of a new volume. What I write is what has happened, and only that. I keep what I wish in history and let other events fall into obscurity as my whims declare.I speak through others—or sometimes myself; I am an all-seeing narrator watching over characters in a play. Who has written the play; the players, myself, or someone else? I leave this as the first of many mysteries.
What am I? Am I alive, sentient, or a mere spell gone wrong? If alive, what kind of creature am I? If I am sentient, was I ever controlled by another thing? Am I still being controlled? Do I control history or does it control me?
Am I something mortals could ever comprehend? Am I a type of thing, creature, spell—anything—that can be understood? Am I what lies at the edge of the mind, on the threshold between understanding and insanity? Am I something so powerful that the mere knowledge of what I truly am would destroy the mind completely?
Am I that? Am I any of these? Am I more?
Am I toying with your curiosity, just for fun?