And the stone burned the brightest red I have ever seen in all my 39 years, and clouds
billowed forth covering the stone. The thick, noxious clouds broke apart suddenly and
hot flashes of lightening issued forth into my eyes.
A message from the unknown dimensions of this land seethed my delicate eyes and lingered
long enough to force me to write down its strange incryption:
Vas Somina Erti Neflirisa.
My vision recovered the next day. My left eye is different in color.
I am scared.
Written by my hand on the 9th of Mournsend, in the year 1071.