"Dream, Lucille. Dream for better times not yet come."
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ENTRY I
I can not decipher just how long I was set like a ship without a sail, adrift upon the sea known as the Land of Nightmares. From what I have heard, I had it easy in my time there, but the complete illogical events I bore witness to still toll heavily upon me. My thanks goes out, however, to the Nightmare, for opening my eyes to the unknown. To the Hidden World.
Objects do not simply cease existing. It is my belief that beyond our own, there are parallel worlds similar to our own. The fabric that seperates these worlds has been torn within the Land of Nightmares, leading me to believe that whatever disappears, simply appears on another world. Existence to non-existence is impossible, and makes no sense. It goes against all of the teachings of the University.
All this aside, I found myself in Barovia. With the assistance of good friend Schala, I have found my way home to Dementlieu. I can continue classes, now.