The Discipline of Sorrow —
Beyond the Glass, hunger became my constant companion.
Hours easily became days, and the days stretched even further to months I could never recall.
The human body shouldn't last this long. But Chronovore, my companion, would not let me rest.
Its hunger had merged with mine for vengeance.
This hunger...
It was not the kind that twists the stomach, but the kind that settles deeper—far behind the ribs, behind my thoughts.
The worst part was that I did not know how to satisfy Chronovore.
At times, I would give in to it, but no matter what I ate—if I ever ate—Chronovore never let me find rest in rest.
.....
Soren paused here. If others read this book, they would not understand this part, but he did. After all, Death was not rest for his Shade.
He continued reading.
.....
Even though I later came to discover that food in our world is poison here, and poison here is food.
Still, I was never full.
And it... was never full.
