June 26th, 1800
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Among us, there is a belief that plants, inanimate objects and natural phenomena have one thing in common, that each of them has its own distinct spiritual essence.
That's why we value objects, not in the same way that the outside world views the amount of material possessions one has as a way of achieving status or wealth. We do not consider an object, by itself, to be more important than the spiritual values they hold in themselves. We have great respect for the rain of Burmecia because, without it, life would not even be possible. We would be constantly exposed by the Mist and its side effects if there was no rain, we would starve to death if the rain did not feed our crops, we would not be here if it was not for the rain, the land below the rain and the great respect some of us have for both.
The Cleyrans shared the same belief when they used to live on top of a giant trunk. They knew the trunk, as well as the sandstorm that surrounded it, would keep them safe from war or any disturbance occurring at the world at large. None of them were safe when the forces of nature were perverted to abide to a creator's desires, resulting in so many deaths. It saddens me, not only the loss of life, but so much destruction was left behind. Destruction of what can be seen and what is unseen. That trunk where the Cleyrans used to live at stood there in the desert for centuries. Now, in its place lies a crater, a sinking void of despair and failure.
Here at Burmecia, seeing neighborhoods in ruins, so many broken instruments and the dead who held them dearly... Not only war is disrespectful to the living, but for the spirits beyond the mortal world.