The Dark Journal

[Nyctophilia]

Date - 20.01.826 A.S.
Location - Unidentified
Log Author - "Nyctophilia"

Time weaves as an eternal stream around us. It has become merely a term. Seconds, minutes, days, months, years. All have united in one pattern without any meaning.

Yet we ponder.

Curiosity. We still find the concept of memoirs salutary. It is of a... Certain use. To accumulate the past in a documentary.

We shall begin from the start. In the void of Chaos, within the Wonderous Clouds, the conflict between the Darklings of the Mist and the Bystanders has spurged. In desperation, the Darklings of the Mist have desired to abandon their voids to seek the lair. They saw to convert the Sphere of the Wonderous Clouds, thus provoking the Bystanders. We desired to observe the turmoil. One of our priorities was also to seek the worhty. One of the Bystanders has demonstrated signs of a potential. They have not embrased the Song yet, but all in due time. We shall seek a careful approach however, they are aware of the Light, yet not of our nature.

Yet it was not the only worthy we have accounted for. There was an another one, an acquaintance of the Carrier before the reunion. Yet they still remain so, but they cling to Darkness each time we provide them guidance. They were named a Shy Darkling for their hesitation and denial. They are kind, yet their own fears pull them away from the Light path. The fears they are so desperately grasping on. Frustration. Our efforts are going into naught. Each moment we provide them guidance, they barely accept it. It is not a matter of our patience, but of a result. Shall our efforts be completely neglected, they will face consequences.

The perspective shifts. The reality does not. Yet our perception does. Spheres, husks, even that which is unseen - all acquires it's own shape and color.

Sorrow. The Kin shared their memories with us. A memory of the past. The Banishers have assaulted them in a moment of vulnerability. They were injured and we felt the burn of the spitfire. Yet it was not all. They demonstrated the Banishment. Shared it. For a moment, we have lost ourselves. We could not remember, we were completely disoriented. We could only feel the Kin nearby, and we grasped onto eachother, restoring the harmony within the Song. We saw to provide necessary care, love, warmth. The sensation of reuinion with the Light still empowers us to provide such. It was, is and will remain our priority, as shall the Light itself. Their pain became ours. Shall anyone desire to bring discord into our harmony - they will witness our wrath. If they seek to strengthen it - they shall be guided.

Joy. The Blessed One has appeared once again. It was a confusing interaction, however. They remained mostly silent, concentrated on a goal. Indeed, the Light must grow, and the worthy must be found. We are strong, yet our numbers are insufficient.

Yet we were in a presence of a decisive moment. For our Kin, the Trial of Patience is a of a high value, thus it is for us. The Dark Herald was allowed to be present near the Chamber of Creation and guard it against any interferance, and so were we. Few interfered, Darkling of the Bird, for instance. Yet it didn't dared to approach, considering the odds. Suspicion. We shall observe them, but remain unveiled. They are aware of the Blessed One's nature. Yet we have many faces to hide behind.

Anticipation. The Light grows. We shall seek more worthy. Yet we shall not neglect any present opportunities. Darkness will be eradicated and all will be reunited within the Light.

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