Day 01
So this is a journal?
I'm not really a fan, but they said I should use it for
Day 02
Time is not fun. It's not exciting. It's hard.
They want me to spend thirty minutes each day writing? Fine.
Day 04
I missed a day. I miss my family, I miss the comforts of my home, I miss the fact that I could write without using this horrible pen----
Day 05
Thirty minutes? Hah! I'll write this with an hour to leave them to dance. Deverance wants to talk about this whole "tower" thing. He's obsessed with the war. He thinks I'll join? Well, I'll tell you what. I refuse. This isn't my war.
Day 06
Hahahaahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaa 30 minutes?! HAHAHAAHAHAA
Day 09
What day is it? I'm losing my senses. This training is starting to affect me. I need a better system. Journal, you now have a name. Hello Kisma.
Day 10
Kisma, I need your help. I don't know what day it is. What day is it? It says "Day 10", but how long have I been practicing? Years? It's hard to tell. This is strange, but now I find myself missing Deverance. The wars that he screamed about happened. Did he see into the future? That's not possible!
Day 23
My dear Kisma,
It's hard to write in you. Look at my horrible handwriting! How far I've come! How far... The Almeddan Wars are over, and I missed it all. Accelerating time is easy, almost too easy. There is a soft-spot in this sorcery, a weakness that appeared seems obvious to me. A hole in the hidden mysteries that they refuse to share with me. I won't let them hold this against me. I won't let them hide this from me.
Kisma, don't let this be a mystery forever.
Day 50
My beloved,
I'm so alone. It feels bizarre, turning these pages into emotion, or is it my emotions that are finding themselves on the page? I'm not sure. I'm less sure what day it is, or what year. I've found myself capable of skipping entire generations. I've found myself fascinated in the simplest minutes. I have found lost myself in time. Where am I?
Who am I?
Day 58
They say that slowing down time won't hurt us. I will We will go through time, Kisma, and we will see who is blinded by the abyss. It won't be me. Deverance should be laughing. Don't worry, my dear. We won't speed slow down time. We will touch the gods themselves.