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Prologue:
There was no day. Not here. It would have also been accurate to say that there was no night. As the primary definition of one is dependent on the other.
It also would have been difficult to define it strictly as a place as there were no walls or ceiling, and the only indication of a floor was the pedestal. While in this state the when and where were impossible to discern, one thing was certain and that was a what. Something happened, that's sure .
On the pedestal was a book. If one were to flip through its pages they would find that like the lack of space it inhabited it apparently went on forever. Beside the book was a ballpoint pen.
While it's impossible to know for sure, the assumption would go that at some point in the last 6000 odd years this pen set itself upright. Perhaps there was an invisible hand gripping it. Perhaps not. The pen then clicked itself and prepared to write. However it wasn't clear if the pen had ever been used, and if it had it might have been a dreadfully long time since it had been. So after several attempts to write, scribble and generally mark the page before it, the pen shook itself vigorously in a last ditch effort to get its ink to flow. One last click open, then closed, then open, and the pen finally managed to impart 6 letters onto the parchment. They read as follows:
Marley
The task of the pen being complete, it hovered in the air for a moment. One might think it was admiring the view if there was anything to look at, or if it had eyes with which to see. The moment elapsed and the pen, having seen enough, fell back to its spot on the pedestal.