My name is Mr. D. Christopher Stranger.
I am not a fictitious author. I am not a dreamer. I do not care to meddle with ideas of addictions or wealth or lust.
I am the one that looks where no ones thinks to look. I am the protector of your "normal" world.
For you see, there are many dark and menacing places beyond this lonely ball of rock and gas we call Earth; and with each place, there is a gateway.
I do not battle with a sword of any sort, for I am weaker and older than the average knight to ever hold the hilt. I do not practice magic, for magic is a practice too vast for a crude being such as myself to ever tamper with.
I am the silent hermit, the misunderstood peasant. Many believe I am a lost ghost, stuck in my old body, for I never seem to desire food or drink. I can not afford to spoil myself like the rest of my brotherhood, for my task desires more of me than earthly indulgences.
I do not create, I witness; and after countless viewings of tales beyond imagination, I come to you to confess what I have seen, that you might become aware that you have not tasted the true depth of our universe.