All That Remains

wangxiuming · Unread post by **wangxiuming** » Tue Jan 30, 2018 7:15 am

Osric's journal is a mess of late. Some of the parchment has been torn from the leather-bound tome, apparently out of dissatisfaction for their contents. What remains is incoherent. Carefully inked letters and practiced longhand give way to rushed scrawls of thought that are desperately committed to paper before they can be lost to a failing memory.

The most recent entries are barely legible, but a few are accompanied by detailed sketches. Only one entry attempts to explain what is now being recorded:

Hammer 19, 1354
Master Halron advised that I write down the dreams, the visions, these glimpses of what I can only assume are fleeting moments of the lives that belonged to the shadows that now cling to me. Some of them end in the same way: with the calamity, raining from the sky. Others seem to be from months ago, maybe even years. I must admit, I question whether these details matter, knowing - as I do - that they all ultimately share the same fate, ~~one of blackest oblivion and meaninglessness --~~

But I think he is right. Perhaps some use can be gleaned from these records. Or so I must believe.

I do not know their names, these echoes that linger within me. Trying to remember them in the moments between slumber and consciousness is like trying to catch water with a sieve: a task that can only be accomplished with divine intervention. Even if they were spoken during the dreams, I have forgotten them by the time my quill is put against parchment.

So I name them in the only way I know how.

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