[Private--Easy to hack;]
They all find their way here, or their echoes; they cannot come, themselves. Are they less real than I am, then? Less than He is, certainly; the only one I can trust, the unknown whose name is written everywhere I look. There are lines drawn between all whorls... I think I dreamed that once; three graceful points, and I ( Read more... )

[OPEN DREAM ACTION]A woman's face is visible, shrouded by verdant leaves. Her skin is dark and woodgrained, her eyes sightless and slanted at the edges, and she holds a mirror in one hand. There is a mirror at her feet as well, rippling faintly-- a pool of water ringed with red stones on which you stand, and in it two figures are reflected. ( Read more... )

I find I cannot remember what happened on Tarsday Tuesday; it must have been a curse, and no doubt a strange one. I hope I did nothing regrettable... though perhaps I ought to take the fact that I cannot recall it as a sign that I should not pry.

I did find, scrawled in something that might have been my own hand, these lines;

"Though trodden ( Read more... )