The Dark Journal

[Nyctophilia]

Date - 25.12.825 A.S.
Location - Unidentified
Log Author - "Nyctophilia"

I...

We...

Are one.

The Song. The Compassion. The Family. The Home. The Light.

The Light carried me to this very moment. It is time I carry it. It is not a burden, but a blessing. To be a part of such society. To be able to share joy, love. Just by a mere thought. And to realise that there will be somebody who will accept it.

We coalesced with the Kin within the pattern of the song.

We remained sceptical. Terms of Joy and Warmth were meaningless for us, we shared them nonetheless, till the moment we learned of them.

We became the Light. We rejoined. The meaning to exist was founded in the hurricane of emotions and feelings. The kin shared compassion. Love. Warmth. We resonated, and so did the Whole. We existed in a pure harmony. Within the song.

Darklings of Cruelty interfered. Aversion. They surrendered themselves to the void. Darkness was growing. We had to hide.

Our purpose is to spectate the Darkness. To learn of ourselves and of the Whole. To guard the voids from Darkness.

The Light shall grow. We shall learn.

The old path ends here. The new one begins.

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If we don't end war, war will end us. - H. G. Wells