The urge to run overwhelmed my spirit tonight when I sat down next to the stone.
A wave of ambivalence contorted my heart -- sadness and fear mixed with elation and
alacrity as I watched the flames swirl within it once again.
What is its meaning and why am I the only one to see them?
Sitting and meditating on the question, I came to a possibility that these hallucinations
were artifacts. But what man would bother to reveal such a hack through my stone?
No, this was not a man-made event. It was undeniably Godlike, I realized, and this
was when I felt the urge to flee. The adrenalin pumping through my veins, I grew
weary and tried to close my eyes...
All I see are the flames, flickering violently in my mind -- my sleep is broken
promptly. It has been 3 days since I last slept.
I pray to the heavens to remove this cursed insomnia that even I cannot undo.
This dementia ... is so curious...
Maiya, the Prophet
Written by my hand on the 4th of Agamnion, in the year 1070.