Dear Diary,
Some nights I've thought of dying, but not of killing myself. I kept picturing myself lying dead in the most morbid, and random of places. I've had recurring nightmares, time and time again of disembodied figures, heads chopped off, skeletons drizzled with blood. The time has come for me to face my fears, and accept that I cannot control my own mind. My mind wanders constantly through vast halls of destruction which are seemingly increasingly ceaseless.
The dreams which I've had lately have scarcely been good. I pictured Scorah being persecuted and executed.. Then, when he didn't die, they put him to the electric chair.
The mystery of what happened to Scorah still haunts me. The largest of them all, he was so dear to me.. And we all lost him so suddenly too.
What is to become of this new world which I've discovered, is it all only in my mind? I am not quite sure what to do anymore, and the night has just begun.
New journies await me, at least I hope so. The only other choice of fate I'd have would be death, and that is much too grim of a destiny pour moi. I really shan't begin to dread such a thing. Not again..
~Neui, Night 1.
[P.S. This is only a role-play diary; thank you for reading]
Some nights I've thought of dying, but not of killing myself. I kept picturing myself lying dead in the most morbid, and random of places. I've had recurring nightmares, time and time again of disembodied figures, heads chopped off, skeletons drizzled with blood. The time has come for me to face my fears, and accept that I cannot control my own mind. My mind wanders constantly through vast halls of destruction which are seemingly increasingly ceaseless.
The dreams which I've had lately have scarcely been good. I pictured Scorah being persecuted and executed.. Then, when he didn't die, they put him to the electric chair.
The mystery of what happened to Scorah still haunts me. The largest of them all, he was so dear to me.. And we all lost him so suddenly too.
What is to become of this new world which I've discovered, is it all only in my mind? I am not quite sure what to do anymore, and the night has just begun.
New journies await me, at least I hope so. The only other choice of fate I'd have would be death, and that is much too grim of a destiny pour moi. I really shan't begin to dread such a thing. Not again..
Scorah
~Neui, Night 1.
[P.S. This is only a role-play diary; thank you for reading]
