Simon, the narratorgoldfish

Yes, it's true! I’ve been there from the very beginning. “Which beginning are you talking about?” you might ask. “Why, the beginning of time!” I would reply. I am what you’d call a chronicler. More precisely, a Chronicler of the Cosmic Caves. But no one remembers that. Just call me Chronicler. No idea who came up with that name.

My purpose is to travel through space with the help of magic and document all historically relevant events in the Cosmic Cave Chronicles. You could say I’m an intergalactic space wizard. But you wouldn’t guess it at first glance. My humble exterior takes the form of a goldfish.

A rare specimen of the narratorgoldfish.

I was personally tasked by Lioht to deliver everything orally. But it must be told so thrillingly, so gloriously, so captivatingly that it hits you to the core with just a single word, as if you had heard the entire story in that one word. And yes, I must unfortunately confess to you, my loyal readers, that you won’t hear my word in its original form. It comes from another world and is foreign to your ears. You really only understand one word, and that is “Blubb!”. “Huh?!” you’ll say, “just a goldfish after all.”

“Cursed fireflies!” my apprentice pleaded. His name was Felix. His cry suddenly snapped me out of my stream of thoughts. “Simon, where did I misplace the relay for the Transmutation Circle Recoil Damper? The pistons need to be replaced, or we’ll never get out of here!” “Blubb!” I replied to him.