Journal of Arcadius - Day 56

(written in an odd-looking, but recognizable scrawl)

Strange visions...

Another place, distorted time

That which should be dead, acts as if alive

Things from another realm, another world, a place of horror

Two sisters

Or two faces of the same?

Madness all the same

Good and evil

Light and dark

Sun and moon

Land and sea

Noonday sun and morning mist

But which?

What was, and should be

What will be, and should not

They gather

What do they seek?

Do they know?

What is it that I see?...