...I could have had the universe. That thing stood in my way.
No, not simply that shadowy being. Those here have...
I cannot dwell. Leaving is not an option. For the resistance I will find here, it is still the safest place for me.
There is much to be said of the state of the world in that.
I must continue on. To be taken from my goal physically cannot stop me, as I have returned to this place.
By strict time, I am twenty nine years old today. However, I do not know if I ought to adjust for anything...
I am...uncertain how long I was gone. Certainly it is the first of January, and it has been since November twelfth. But in that place...
Perhaps ten thousand years. Perhaps mere moments. It is impossible to say.
...I request to hear of what occured here in my absence.
Regardless. I must rest. This sudden return, today of all days...
Rhys, I must speak with you in private at some point. And in person.
Hm. It seems I have forgotten key arrangement.