08-01-2024, 04:40 PM
It's gone. Everything's gone.
I did it, and I do not regret it.
There are no more pages about the old days.
I did it, and I do not regret it.
There are no more pages about the old days.
There is no going back.
It has been a while since I wrote, Brother Arturius. It's almost unbelievable that I have been on this continent for almost 10 years now. As Yiel seems to approach, a lot of stuff has happened that I would love to write about in this diary, but at the same time, there is the unease of everything that might happen soon.
After recent events, I have decided to clean up my log of information from the events that are now past. I sometimes miss you, brother, but it's now just a fading memory. Enough time has passed, but even if I cannot remember your voice or face, I still remember what you taught me. I have been faithfully following it.
I have learned a lot about Mortyl, and I hope she guides you gently. It has been a while—a long while, in fact—since I decided to follow her and the principles of the faith. I will not be sad if I die, as death is only natural and the effective consequence of living, perhaps soon or perhaps not.
This peninsula is such a colourful world, much different from our little bog. I've met so many people and done so many things. But in the end, it's really meaningless; most of us are forgotten a few years after our deaths; some aren't even enough to leave a footnote in a history book; in fact, most of us are, and that is alright. I have been questioning my dreams, which I embarked on this continent to make come true. It's not like I have given up, as it would be the same as giving up on your sacrifice, but surely I catch myself wondering if I really can make it.
After recent events, I have decided to clean up my log of information from the events that are now past. I sometimes miss you, brother, but it's now just a fading memory. Enough time has passed, but even if I cannot remember your voice or face, I still remember what you taught me. I have been faithfully following it.
I have learned a lot about Mortyl, and I hope she guides you gently. It has been a while—a long while, in fact—since I decided to follow her and the principles of the faith. I will not be sad if I die, as death is only natural and the effective consequence of living, perhaps soon or perhaps not.
This peninsula is such a colourful world, much different from our little bog. I've met so many people and done so many things. But in the end, it's really meaningless; most of us are forgotten a few years after our deaths; some aren't even enough to leave a footnote in a history book; in fact, most of us are, and that is alright. I have been questioning my dreams, which I embarked on this continent to make come true. It's not like I have given up, as it would be the same as giving up on your sacrifice, but surely I catch myself wondering if I really can make it.
I have finally fully recovered from my injuries, and everything feels right in the world now.
I miss a lot of people that I have lost contact with due to politics, and in such matters, it's really a pity. Marching on is a need, either way. I'm at least giving it a good shot before I give up.
I miss a lot of people that I have lost contact with due to politics, and in such matters, it's really a pity. Marching on is a need, either way. I'm at least giving it a good shot before I give up.