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Julius, seated in the study of his home in Naples, writes in his journal.
I've spent a fair amount of the last relative twenty-four hours in the Nexus.
Fortunately, as I discovered on my first visit, I do not leave my own timeline so much as I briefly step outside of it. I set a timer upon leaving for my last visit, leaving it on a rock by the side of the road, and barely twenty seconds had elapsed when I returned, what seemed like hours later.
I'm unsure as to what I'm hoping to accomplish, however. I've already reported on what little I'm willing to share with the archivists. If I were to tell them too much more, they'd pile into the Nexus en masse, stakes and garlic at the ready... and I don't doubt that such an action would result in their deaths, if not an outright skirmish between the people of that place and of this.
More to the point, there's little I can speak to my ancestors about. It seems unwise to discuss the future with them, and I often find myself unable to translate my thoughts into something they'd be equipped to understand. I hope I don't come across as condescending; then again, if I was, I'm certain they'd've let me know.
There are others, of course, more than I know and more every time I arrive, from ordinary men and women to gods of legend. I've seen and learned much since I've been there, but much of it is of little consequence, like a garden party that never stops.
I've spent too much time there already, and any moment, I'm certain the church will have some other odious task for Yoko and I to handle. Perhaps I'm being a silly old man.
I've spent a fair amount of the last relative twenty-four hours in the Nexus.
Fortunately, as I discovered on my first visit, I do not leave my own timeline so much as I briefly step outside of it. I set a timer upon leaving for my last visit, leaving it on a rock by the side of the road, and barely twenty seconds had elapsed when I returned, what seemed like hours later.
I'm unsure as to what I'm hoping to accomplish, however. I've already reported on what little I'm willing to share with the archivists. If I were to tell them too much more, they'd pile into the Nexus en masse, stakes and garlic at the ready... and I don't doubt that such an action would result in their deaths, if not an outright skirmish between the people of that place and of this.
More to the point, there's little I can speak to my ancestors about. It seems unwise to discuss the future with them, and I often find myself unable to translate my thoughts into something they'd be equipped to understand. I hope I don't come across as condescending; then again, if I was, I'm certain they'd've let me know.
There are others, of course, more than I know and more every time I arrive, from ordinary men and women to gods of legend. I've seen and learned much since I've been there, but much of it is of little consequence, like a garden party that never stops.
I've spent too much time there already, and any moment, I'm certain the church will have some other odious task for Yoko and I to handle. Perhaps I'm being a silly old man.