[Nehetsrev]

Oclar 4, 1434

I don't care anymore if this is all a dream or not... I still can't tell which world is real. In the one I spend time with m'lanna, Danael, and things are so beautiful... In the other I am beaten and whipped in darkness and constant pain. Shadows amid the darkness bow down to whisper despair into my ears as they continue to inflict agony on me body and soul. I silently pray and long for death to come to me in that abyss. When I am beaten to exhaustion I awaken once more here, in Danael's arms, on the cold stone floor, but together. And I cry, because I know it won't last long enough before I find myself once again in shadow and pain.

Danael insists that this is the real world and the other is the dream. I'm afraid to admit to believing him, because I think if I do finally, I'll wake within the pit once more to find only despair, a mockery of my dying hope, and to find I am unable again to dream this place in his arms. This journal I want to say I'm dreaming of writing in right now is full of words... If I read them, the old entries, will they confirm this to be dream, or reality?

"...Where is the Crafter to make me whole again?"