Perhaps I can write a story about the myths taking over.
A world with no cabal, no sneaky lurkers, no hidden agendas, just mass ignorance and poor communication.
Or I could write my own story, not Charles' narrative.
My story is called
The Well of Being
It spans at least ten dimensions and tells the story of being and non-being in three grand acts/eons of evolution.
There be crystalline giants, goatherds, whirling dervishes
Commonplace of Kerrbear