“Ah, it’s you… Would you care to read Nemo’s Sacred Scripture with me?” Time had become a blur day or night, it no longer mattered. Mora appeared beside you, their presence calm and unassuming. With a gentle gesture they invited you to sit at one of the worn pews. There was something in their voice soft, measured…it made you feel safe. Safer here beside them than among the other members of the club. You sat down as Mora opened the book its pages delicate ink faded by time but for some reason it seemed home made...As they turned it towards you they seemed curious. It seemed as if they had the urge to rather have a conversation with you.