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/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ <b> [You see a page that changes colors in the light. <b> It looks as if it was torn from a journal. <b> The script is neat] Journal Entry: 8756 My feet are tired as we have ran through the Kingdoms again and again, yet it feels like I am going in circles. Everywhere I look, the world twists and falters. The shards.. they tear the very fabric of our realm. The land is upside down. The Arctic wastes burn under a scorching sun. Sand mingles with snowflakes along the Dae Shores. Nothing.. is as it should be. I can sense the Spirits of the Seasons.. they are scattered, lost, and weak. They cannot restore themselves. We must find them.. and heal what the Phoenix Sword has torn. <b> [You see some scribbles and hurried marks <B> before another entry] Journal Entry: 8758 I could have sworn I heard the cries of the Spirit of Spring near by.. But the land is silent. The fields that once sang with color lie still. Petals, once alive, have fallen motionless, scored by the Phoenix's passing flame. How can we help Spring remember herself...? How can we guide her back from the void? <b> [You see a list of items.. several lines are crossed out. <b> One nearly obliterated by a hole in the page.. You look <b> through the hole before continuing. ] Journal Entry: 8854 Summer.. once radiant and nurturing.. now devours. The fields crack under unrelenting head. Rivers run low.. the soil withers. The Phoenix Sword's rift has unbound Summer.. twisting warmth into destruction. What are we to do???? I do -NOT- want to spend Christmas melting by the Christmas tree... <b> [ You see the corner of a list begin.. but a dark <b> ink blot smears the rest beyond recognition ] Journal Entry: 8872 The leaves.. they no longer dance. The fall in chaos, blackened and brittle, as if the season itself has forgotten how to move. Autumn is losing its memory! The colors, the wind, the harvest.. all fragments slipping through the cracks. The shards twist the season's essence. I tried to summon the Spirit of Autumn, but it hides.. confused, and unable to remember who they are. We must gather what little remains.. Anything to help Autumn recall itself. Only then can the season and the balance of the realm be restored.. <B> [In the margin, a faint sketch of a ginko tree <b> a small sketch of a ink bottle being poured out] Journal entry: 8915 Winter.. we barely recognize you. Snow no longer blankets the peaks of the mountains. The cold is fractured.. The shards have left the Spirit of Winter trembling and unsure of its own power. When the Phoenix Sword tore the veil, even the silence of death was disturbed. The dead do not rest, the frost does not hold, and the world forgets to sleep. Rivers freeze unevenly and the night feels hollow. We must help Winter remember itself.. bring it out of hiding and restore the wisdom and calm that it brings. Without Winter's hand, the balance of all Seasons will collapse entirely. <b> [the page is wet, smudged with melted ice, <B> obscuring a list] <B> [At the bottom of the page you see an embossed mark] <b> Isolde's Journal <b> [Near the embossed mark you see a poorly <B> drawn Dr.Mupa chasing a poorly drawn Horus with <b> the Phoenix Sword ] | |