Blaidd's ramblings etched within a simple leather journal

[Spazzer]

A simplistic journal filled with filled with intricate thoughts lays hidden away in a bag on the redhead's person.

The weathered tan tinged pages covered in ink-based words, poor handwriting dotted within these thoughts.

[Spazzer]

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I don't know how to begin this.


Mother said she would speak with the herbalist, give me something to calm my mind. I do not think it can be calm, i see it slowly prowling around the animals, it's sickly greenskin standing out so much, it's eyes staring.

The grin.

It's sickly jagged grin, like wooden splitters barely formed something gastly, i hate it, i hate it won't look away.

Then it whispered me to me:

They can see you. They can see you. They can see you.

I don't want to know who.

-771, Some month.