[OOC: Mysterious random journal entries of sorts will be popping up in everyone's journals. Please make sure that you all have
npc_kun friended. No one knows who wrote these entries or where they're coming from... or even if they're current for that matter.]
[in very sharp, bold handwriting, slightly smudged.]
Sometimes, meaning only the best, we take upon ourselves burdens the size of the moon, without realizing the moon is nothing more than a reflection of the sun. And so, in our ignorance, we march forward to our deaths, looking neither left nor right, for we are blinded by what is behind.