I sit down and begin writing this:
I thought the door to The Shard was the most intense thing I'd ever handled, but then everything went sideways again. I was barely holding my copy of The Way of Kings together, trying not to faint while talking to this other patron, Coder, when the noise level suddenly dropped a bit. I turned around, still feeling about an inch tall, and that's when he walked in.
The man was... luminous? I don't know how else to describe him. He moved with an unsettling grace that didn't quite seem to follow the laws of physics I remember from Earth, like he was made of moonlight and sarcasm. My breath hitched in my throat. This had to be the person the rumors were really about—a living legend, someone who spanned realms and stories, right here in the same smoky, shifting air as me. My heart hammered against my ribs, a nerdy thrill momentarily overriding the sheer terror. This was a story I had to get for the paper.
He looked around the room, that same weird, detached expression on his face. And then... he just fell asleep. On his feet. Or maybe leaning against the wall, I don't know, I was too shocked to notice the details. Just like that. Eyes closed, snoring slightly.
I stared, completely bewildered. "Did he just... fall asleep?" I whispered to Coder, adjusting my glasses for the twentieth time. My pulse was going a million miles an hour. "He just... did nothing? That's it? The Multiverse's most famous traveler just decided to catch some Z's right after making an entrance?"
Part of me wanted to run over and interview him right there, get some quotes for my article. Another, much louder part, was yelling at me to find the nearest exit. I'm Akimiko, and I came here for a story, but honestly, this place is going to be the death of me. First shifting walls, and now the most enigmatic man in existence just falls asleep like a regular person. The Shard is even weirder than I imagined.