The greatest questions.

[Xarnata]

Some illusions are closer to the truth.

Beneath the Sun Stones
The color of light told me that beneath the stone of the illusion of light lies an ancient power. It awakens soon and often. It is not my place to know yet, I yet breathe. BUT I have been told, and I serve.

Behind the green pastures
The matriarch has told me that the grass was sown by one of the Chosen. The grass only grows more grass for only that chosen to walk upon. And then there is the seed that is hidden by illusions that an old shepherd had shown me. The seed that made me wish to be a tree.

The fruit of my tree
 My branches reach far, into two clouds at first, then back into the sky where all trees meet to be sat upon by the very source of light. I can not see above my own fruit, nor can I see down below my trunk to my roots. Only the light can see the roots, and it can twist them. But my fruit, when plucked by the chosen shepherds, gives more nutrition to them to herd the sheep. I can not eat of fruit, for I am a tree... But this tree wishes to walk among the shepherds.

[Xarnata]

The Shadow Cast
I see illusions. See through them like fire upon my branches. It shows me what I feared. There is no river, but a shadow of energy. Submission unto the energy through the sap of a tree makes that shadow look like a river of sap. But why does this shadow not bend to my sap? Simple. My sap IS shadow, much as my bark is black. Only my core holds the water, my path shall be unhindered by the shadow to scare wandering trees. I will bear fruit with the land, and the sheapard will stand by the river of shadow, forever enchanted by the false sap, until the day it swallows him unto his own illusion.


Dihetaitha, Lore Keeper, Necrologist, Doctor, Half Dead, Father.

[Xarnata]

*This book is left on the top of the outskirts temple, next to a grimshka dropping left by the poor thing that was told to hide it*