Mar 28, 2007 08:14
This place is not like what I expected.
It makes me uneasy.
A woman met me when I arrived and gave me this book. She said that everyone who comes to this place (“Avoria”? That was the name she used) must keep a record of what they do in a book like this. They say the judges of the dead keep records of souls…but this feels like something else.
Whatever place this is, I have no choice but to stay here until I can go on to the next life. Maybe…no, I will see Ashura then. I believe that I will. And this time we will not be separated.
…I should find out what I’m meant to do here. I don’t know where to start.
mokona,
little ashura,
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