- why others do not: because they were meant for my hands. To prepare me. My tools of choice..."

"This truth... Is one to keep to myself, nothing to write down, I won't have to: It will always be me."

- it, it took me a bit to piece everything together and to understand what was given to me... But I remember it all, clear as day... Who. I. Am."

"I know my purpose, I know why I'm here, I know what I have to do, and know the cost of who I am. I know why certain things stay on my person and-

- I am immensely curious about my purpose and why the voice behind my eyes and in my skull is so eager for me to understand..."

"Now for the parts that are inconsistent: I am familiar with catacombs and reading their glyphs, no one has been able to read the text that's glowing under my flesh as if the language is lost or they can't comprehend the words themselves.... I'm getting closer, I don't care about who I was but-

- by the others; I'm from between the year 1980 to 1990, others have referred to this as a "normal world", the place I come from was forested and had a low population count, I had a mother, father, and lover but only my lover knew who I was (Whatever that means)."

- the warmth of Grief!!! I don't regret anything I've done in the name of-"

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦... 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥? 𝘕𝘰. 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥? 𝘕𝘰. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

- understand my purpose in all of this far more clearly, it's you who are confused and immoral, you who are heartless and callous, you who are deserving of death and misery... I can feel it behind my eyes, under my tongue, guiding my hands, tracing my every step and it's so warm...-

- are so frail and you only get one chance, so you ought to be careful. You call us Sleepers, you call us unstable when really you should be learning from us and spreading this all to your worthless little worlds..."

"These logs are far more important than you could ever possibly understand, I-

- the good work" .... I think I should listen..."

(In reference to characters by @kalavthevernid.bsky.social and @riceislurking.bsky.social ❤️❤️❤️)

- interrupting."

"I will call it "The Voice of Grief", it speaks of the other two often, of one's lovely taste, specifically of their sorrowful anger. For the other one the banquet that is his lamentable denial... It refuses to tell me why it won't talk about my taste... Just told me to "Keep up-

- don't want to, bringing me to my knees and making me feel sick to my stomach. Those teeth and lips in my head are no longer pressed against the back of my skull, it's like they're gnawing on every part of my brain at the same time, thousands of mouths talking while ignoring the flesh they're-

- based on their own wants and desires..."

"If one of you finds these notes and reads them? I want you to know that your worlds are filled with nothing but vile hypocrites and cowardly liars, you yourself included. I hope your worlds burn...."

- that they themselves will never face, that they allow their own people to die to sickness, hunger, murder, and all manners of violations all for their own self interest. Yet I am informed that a leader must care for their people first and foremost and never make decisions for the group-

- bring about, crimes that their leaders commit that are never actually punished compared to the people they rule over. Yet they constantly tell me that a leader must lead by example and be a paragon of righteousness... What a joke. They speak about how their leaders send them to huge battles-

"They speak of their plights, how they survive based on low gain of money after low gain of money, barely even making it by as they do so. Yet they say a leader must be accommodating and capable of making sure all are taken care of... Are they? They talk about great oppressions that their leaders-

- things to keep in my mind now. I can't afford to be as reckless unless I've properly documented the important things, such as these logs."

-, or when something sees you while the muscles and ligaments in your legs haven't fully regrown make this whole cycle... Tedious, at times... However.. I'm dying less and less as time goes on, which in its own right is rather sad since I'm going to miss those experiences, but... I have important-

- my back into a surface or fall back to get it to snap into position a bit quicker...."

"Don't even get me started on the skin or muscles, those heal close to the last. Waking up in the dirt and filth only to have it enter into exposed wounds is not the most particularly pleasant feeling-

- necessary for your survival such as organs and blood come back first and before you return, the rest snaps back into position while your body is sealing itself up, and that one is particularly unpleasant if you had dislocated a limb or worse yet if your spine was broken, sometimes I have to run-