The Eraser was running. For the first time since its arrival. For the very first time since reality collapsed started. The formless being which traveled with quiet surety suddenly rushed ahead with frightening velocity. And that frightened everyone. For if that which can wipe out being might sense haste. Whatever lay past the First Gate proved much more perilous than people thought it would be. Luna stared at the widening silver gateway. The light pouring from within wasnt bright. It was impossible. It contained colors she couldnt name. Shadows that somehow glowed. Memories that had never happened. Every instinct told her to run away. All instincts said going into that spot was an error. Yet something deeper pulled her forward. The Door had chosen her. Not the Foundation. Not the Sleeper.
