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I saw and I beheld what most men dare not to even dream. For my existence now is such like the depths of one's own imagination. Only horror would fill you if you traversed deep within.

For it began in the simplest of slumbers during my travels to the old kingdom. And inside I found that I could only see a glimmer of light ahead of me. Taking the slight path ahead of me it felt as if I should fall if I veered any other way. The small light seemingly ended at one point and in front of me was a small lamb producing this strange and ominous glow.

I kneeled and spoke to the lamb and it spoke back and what it whispered I could not unhear. For it spoke to me in tongues I could not understand- I can still hear the unheard language of that lamb in the dark. And when It was done talking, if that were even possible, I noticed the lamb had seven eyes, and each of the eyes peered at seven different angles, but all pointed at me.

When I awoke my companions told me that I muttered things they could also not understand, in my sleep. I realized then that my journey to the old kingdom was something that had been predestined from even before my birth, perhaps there was a tie with the dream. Something tells me that the lamb told me where the location was of the lost city.

My company and I had been traveling now for months, but in the last few weeks, our journey had led us to the forgotten lands. The remorseless dessert took only nine of our beginning seventeen, three of which cursed us and left us to moil in the heat. There are less and less of us now.

Many of us complain, even me. Who could blame us in our most instinctive and so close to succumbing to death by heat, and so close to our earth mother. Even I who began this brigade with incessant chattering is so close to the truth. Could it be lies? But our bickering might turn against our own.

For you see, sanity and insanity are blood brothers. One the earth mother shares her spilling teats, the other she rejects completely and absolutely. And oh how brothers bicker over spilled milk and survival.

And the earth mother takes two more. We don't even stop, for we know if we do, she will have us, and then what will our end bring? Nothing I say, nothing is us and our meaning in this spiteful world.

But the lamb with seven eyes keeps coming back to me, and I am the only one in my company who knows the way. I find myself more indignant towards my company than the journey. They know something is wrong, but I will never reveal you to them, I would never betray you.

The uneventful, torturous days before us seem to fuel me in some manner. It's as if my end has really become my guardian. And all of these traitorous, godless, insignificants are barring the way instead of helping us through.

We have finally made it. [Unintelligible] has shown me the way, and my days are no longer numbered. The old kingdom is everything I imagined, we are making camp here for the night.

We finally traversed through the first chamber. There are so many glass windows, stained with beings like reptiles throughout. Was this the populace of the time? We have found more useless trinkets than I care to count. My company doesn't know why we are really here, perhaps if I had told them sooner, maybe I would not have spent so much time and effort convincing them. But maybe other, less significant treasures lie here, to keep them preoccupied. The creature Vezz'alok showed me the key of the god of death. Here's to hoping he was correct.

In the secret antechamber lies the key, who knows if they have started looking for me.

I hear screams.

I have found it.

The seven-eyed goat has found me, but I am still awa- [the rest seems to be splattered ink]

lilth vwah, uhn'agth fhssh za