JULY-2026
July 13
As the concoctions puissance fed to my familiar has now flourished, you, my dear reader, may have regarded the deaths scattered from the north of the pale ravines to the hovel of the raged Notos. Listen well. This wreckage is extolling a greater propositum. When the beacon of this orbits time befriends the blue eye, you will understand. The power I hold will be the saviour of this wasteland.