The chat log exploded.
"You are the 1.12 xray texture pack."
He opened it.
Kael tried to type. To scream. To stop it.
Kael looked at his hands. They were pixelated. Transparent. The pickaxe was a wireframe. He wasn't mining the world. He was the world—a forgotten chunk of data, a splinter in the server's memory that had dreamed it was a player.
Inside: a single book. Its title: §k§l???