[oddly enough, this entry is recorded instead of written. It seems to be accidental, as it's said in a low, distracted murmur.]

Utter frivolity. The only joy in holidays is the ending of them.

[a pause]

The fog is depressing. This season brings to mind an unpleasant wistfulness.

[there's the clicking of metal sliding into place ( Read more... )

Dated the 9th Month of the Year, Day 26

These nightmares cast a pallor over the new autumn, an otherwise cheerful, nostalgic time. Offworlders and non-natives, these dream-plagues...do the Gods often make such play toys of you? Or is this the hand of the Gods at all? It's a pity, either way. The sorrows you lot must have seen...the pain you've ( Read more... )

[written in elegant, spidery handwriting. Each word comes a bit slowly. Deliberate.]

Dated the 9th Month of the Year, Day 15

Such a racket this place has been lately. These earthquakes are unlike that tsunami not too long ago: then, the silence washed over the island in an ominous shroud. A death knell, one could say. This seems...different. ( Read more... )