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Concerning times. There is something, again, that unsettles my soul. Some strange shift in the air. Some dark aura creeping up behind me. I cannot see it, but I know that it is there. The Fates have never been gracious about allowing the mirror of revelations to turn upon myself. It has been a great frustration, yet also a blessing. Should my demise lay before me, I should not like to know, lest I forgo my fervor for life beneath waves of fear and anticipation. And yet, in times like this, the cloying tendrils of doom yet wrap my mind in blissful and yet intolerable ignorance. What I would give to see the mirror plain. To gaze beyond the veil. To see whatever horrors await. Ah, but I must face tomorrow in blind acceptance. For what will be will be. I know this better than most. Those answers that I might pluck from the aether for all but myself, sweet succor to minds that reel in anxious sorrow; it is a strange cruelty that I am exempt from the same relief. The irony of this situation has long amused and befuddled me. But I digress... Though I know that the coins will not tell me of my own future, I must try all the same. <b> // below, you find a small section scribbled at an <b> angle to the previous script; it is written with a <b> deep crimson ink, contrasting the black ink above // Hexagram 53, Chien. "Gradually Progressing." A tree grows atop a mountain, so slowly, so slowly. The mountain soils enrich its growth, Things move forward, as they always do. Proceed on course, with a patient heart. Hexagram 17. Sui. "Following." Thunder strikes the face of the pond. A leader knows when to lead and when to follow. Heed the advice of others, and change plans accordingly. Listen, and move forward with cooperative spirit. <b> // below these, you find a doodled silhouette of <b> a bird, and in its beak, an outline of a compass // <b> // you also find the word "EPOCH" is etched in thick <b> black ink // | |