One

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[!] A copied journal entry is scribed on a series of tattered pages, spread about the realm inside various trash cans and on the ground in back alleyways.

[!] A depiction of two titans, one the Breaker of Clouds, and the other the Worm, clashing in a fierce battle.

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Within the depths of the marshes, a man, a woman, and her dog meet with an ivory figure; discussing life, ambition, and being. The figure of ivory, in its wisdom, takes the two descendants on a journey to a hidden plane, one of darkness, to bestow upon them a vision of the future.  Within the vision, entrails of many-eyed creatures decorated the ground, as the man and the woman float in the empty space above. They were shown a dim light, and within it, clashed the Cloudbreaker and the Worm. The Worm, in its majesty, emerges victorious after a brief battle, swatting down the Cloudbreaker with ease. The worm shrinks back into the ground, and out of the hole left in its wake emerges a boy, no older than twelve, wearing a crown of ebony black and wielding a blade of mysterious origin. His presence is short, ominous; erased by an eruption of light.

 

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But what of it? 

 

There is nothing of it. The ivory one’s illusion of battle may have really happened, si, but it is irrelevant to why I had pursued the second meeting in the first place. When I had first stumbled across the bog, the ivory one dangled the promise of greater understanding above my head, as if I were cattle being herded into a pen. Now when I had returned, it roped me into a vision, one that I did not ask nor care to see, and it had only served to dissuade me from pursuing this gift of knowledge further. But, every great scientist has been met with a roadblock at least once in their careers, amigos. I would be a fool to let something like this stop me.

 

There is no narrative for me to push in a public missive. I am not one to blindly preach vague and esoteric prophecies that I do not understand the purpose of myself.

 

Signed, 

Josef

 

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