This time, when I return to the alley where I met with my Techno-Witch contact, I realise the entire city is empty and decrepit. How did this happen? How long ago was I last here? After traversing the higher planes of reality, I feel out of touch with the world that was once my home. To me, its troubles are paper thin; almost transparent. But this spot is still the best spot for a ritual on the entire continent. I set up the equipment myself and, with my telescope, magnify the sky above a millionfold. Tonight, I’m looking for stars that are extremely small, or even microscopic.