Ozma is a magic lantern, the shape of his soul flung carelessly across the nerves of whoever will come next. He does his best to fake the life he has just stolen, or he fakes being himself when there’s no way to know who that is after all this time.

But the one thing he does not do, cannot do, is turn back to see the light source that sends him on his way, for fear he will discover that Salem was right and it is no god at all.