On a dark and rainy night, some of the elder

On a dark and rainy night, some of the elder folders rattled over the cobblestones in their wheely chairs in search of The Architect, to ask about signs of the last fold and how

when you have it. Upon entering the palace, The Architect leaned over in her gaming chair with smartphone on foldingstory.com in one hand and GFuel in the other. "Behold the signs

of life after death". The sign had illustrations of the deceased members of the royal family, even their pets! It feels like they still are alive because their eyes follow you as

do your business on the throne. like they dont think you belong on that throne. Let alone the throne in the throne room.

King Edward chuckled, shaking his head. "It takes some getting used to," he said. "But eventually, you learn to ignore the stares and the whispers." He leaned forward and lowered

his voice. "I have a secret to tell you," he said, barely audible over the nearby musicians. "Don't react when I say this, but ... I'm not actually King Edward."

She reacted, of course. But what kind of reaction did she react? Was it surprise? Or disbelief? Amusement? Horror? The fake King Edward had elicited many such reactions through his

tomfakery, but this woman whose name she had just forgotten reacted to the fake King Edward by scrolling up images of Pokémon on her cell phone. Specifically their

semblances to the king. How odd that people and Pokémon had converged, in both likeness and personalities. Why had Pokémon evolved into people, or was it the people who devolved?

I could not think these deep thoughts at 3 AM. I rolled over to sleep. Meanwhile a group of robbers climbed up the walls and entered through the window. They took everything I own.