The Pink Book

Let’s start with the first one. I reach over to the pink-covered book, praying that I find something within the pages. The first page after the cover is just a decorative, similarly colored piece of paper. I turn past it to where lined paper would normally be, finding something strange. The first page I find, to the left, has a somewhat simplistic drawing of what looks like an eldritch goddess, similar to the one I saw in my dream, with the phrase “The Calling” under it. The second seems to have a genuine ritual.

As much as I feel I should be happy, something still eats at me. This whole thing is such a major coincidence. It’s functionally impossible that I would just so happen to get the right summoning book for the right goddess from someone who technically scammed me. It seems way more likely that I was sent a fake book that some scammer tried to make look real, or, worse, it’s a legitimate book, but for a completely different god or goddess.

As bad as a dud book is, accidentally summoning a different eldritch being, that might not be as welcoming- or attractive- could trigger the end of the galaxy. My conscious can barely take ending the universe for a quick fuck, I couldn’t handle it if it was for nothing. Not that I would be around to feel much of anything about it.

Regardless, I have a decision to make about this surrealist mess and I shouldn’t take it lightly.