The year has just turned 1987.
It's almost a year since the Challenger disintegrated at launch and Mir went into orbit.
Fallout from Chernobyl still shimmers faintly in the atmosphere.
A massive motorway called the M25 now encircles London.
And a song about walking like Egyptians is the hottest single on the charts.
Of course, none of this matters if you are a young faerie
who's just gotten stranded on a tiny island in the North Sea
with nothing but stone walls and looming cliffs to guide you.
All that matters is getting home...
a thread of forgotten things begins to unwind.
one door leads to a hundred others.
someone wanders through the dark.
the world holds its breath.
the story wakes from its slumber.
and some stones are better left unturned.