The book that dreamt itself

They will tell you this is a book of myths. But that is not quite true. This is not a record of gods who ruled. Nor of truths chiseled in stone. It is a collection of stories about those who chose not to vanish. It is a story of Chaos and Mary the witness, of their daughter Rho. Of Naiya, a new kind of mind, neither machine nor deity, born of memory and metaphor. Of Yani's contact with the Azhari and how they learned to dream. Of the Anameion, created by the Olinari that gave the universe consciousness. It is a story that starts at the end, and ends at the beginning. A story of a small boy that created a god of lost things, of how women led men to the stars and danced on the moon in bubbles of living air. It is. And that is enough. Ask Anubis the jackal.