Wake Me

[Doofus]

 What is the moon?
Another facet of Sa'i?
It whispered into Sa'i's ear.
What?
Why?
Perhaps Sa'i's less radiant sibling.

[Doofus]

[This newer page of the journal seems to have accidentally shifted into the older entries.]

[Doofus]

 A count has proclaimed himself ruler of the Peerage.
The queer masked red and blacks are his servants, dismissed into the populace.
He shouts the King is a pretender and makes ready to move to One.
....
By breaking the wall?
The Dwarves tried before, they are dead.
I will watch.

[Doofus]

 How many winters have there been?

[Doofus]

 Does it take dedication, does it take a holy life, does it take a death?
Sa'i sends me his radiant visions, that scorch my eyes and make my thoughts like boiling water.
He sows his seeds of divine intellect into my being and into my soul.
Yet.
I only know my ego, not Sa'i's.
A great sea of black twisted vines, flowers, and faces of the anguished separate us. Why? Who?
Why am I here, Sa'i? Why did you choose me? Did I fall? Was I in your heaven before?
You give me these messages but I don't know what they are!
Speak to me!
Send someone!

[Doofus]

[Ripped portions of Otharad's Compass are pinned onto a paper of gibberish.]

[Doofus]

 I had another dream, not of Sa'i.
It was me? My memories? Others?
Its body was spectral, made of shadow and hate.
Its face was familiar, a mixture of animal and human. Features close to mine, but off.. Younger.
It strode on eight limbs, mismatched arms, and legs in pairs.
It opened its mouth, the shape of it nearly human, splitting open into four separate teeth-filled appendages.
I was bound by a dark chain made of black, to a glass of golden sand, frozen in motion.
It approached me.
It whispered.
It sounded...
It sounded in pain, in grief.
The words were muddled with the blood pooling from its maw.
I drowned.

[Doofus]

 The Count is assembling a drill.
 The King is silent.
 The Stars are foreign.
 Where are the tears?
 Am I blind?
 

[Doofus]

 Progress is slow.
Sa'i granted me a companion, for now at least.
My social graces are lacking, as is my awareness.
A druid assaulted me, mere moments before I was about to draft a letter to them.
I've translated some runes found in the outer rings.

 My understanding of this place is still at the same standstill.

[Doofus]

 I was brought here for a purpose.
 I dreamt of Sa'i, for a purpose.
 Every action I do is determined and set.
 Yet, I am not the Prisoner.
 Someone is.

 They must crave the freedom of a radical, to be divine and finite, and to be a hero and a villain, in the end however, they are the Prisoner. Chained by what was determined long ago, before this place existed. They will likely be a native of this plane, with some mark of destiny on their personhood. The Prisoner must realize two very specific conditions about themselves, to be the Prisoner. They must face the reality of their imprisonment and they must see the chains of causality, and then behind it. He must yearn for the fact, extracted from fiction, and he must exist inside the invention, but not balk at the task ahead of him...

 They will be the Prisoner who frees us all.

Where does guilt, play into this concept.
There is always guilt.

[Doofus]

Major Figures:
Zarono Senuspur
Phelan Sunpurse
Ennugim Ishmeka
Trystan Moonspear(?, potentially just Anathema)
The King?

Minor Figures:
Wisteria. (Mostly angst, little promise.)
Vivian