I looked down at the open book at hand. "What are you trying to tell me, Max? Are you currently in Western Turkey?" I asked myself. I'm not feeling like a madman nor a nutcase, even though I am talking to myself. But this is a dream after all... If that is actually my destination point, it's miles and miles away. How will I even get there? Should I rub the moonstone and call upon the three, or is there another way out of here? To ask assistance so soon in my journey wouldn't be an ace move on my behalf. There has to be a doorway somewhere, which somehow leads to my destination. Western Turkey. I faintly recalled a purple ora. Perhaps the door that I'm looking for has the same magnetic feeling towards it. Like the awestruck sensation I had when the brothers opened the porthole. I looked aro
