Tales from New Eridu

by SkyKingSpitfire

After wandering the depths of the Cretan Hollow, an amnesiac survivor is given a second chance thanks to the masterful guidance of Phaethon and the daring efforts of the Cunning Hares... But without falling victim to Ether corruption, weeks after getting lost within the distorted dimension, it begs the question of whether this truly was the start of a second chance.

6. Crumbled Report I: New Hobby

I can't remember the last time I was able to sit down and be alone with my thoughts... I've been so caught up in advancing my research at the academy that I almost forgot taking it easy was a basic human necessity. How can I do it all when I can't even think? I need to find a way to balance my social life with the demands of my academic and professional life.

Lately, I've been feeling restless. More than usual. The dreams keep coming back and it only fuels my need to push my work further.

I've been hearing Oracle and Lynchpin in my dreams for as long as I can remember. It's like a constant reminder of something, like a recurring theme. I'm not going crazy, am I? Or maybe I am, but there has to be some explanation for this. There has to be, or I'll never be able to put it out of my head. Whatever the case may be, I'm beginning to think these dreams are trying to tell me something.

Is this what I needed all along? Maybe it's because I have to put my thoughts into words, but writing this has cleared the haze from my head. My thoughts are becoming clearer and my feelings are calming down. I am able to express my concerns and it seems that I have something to go on now.

I've never been able to sit down and confront myself on the matter before, but it's better late than never.

I think this is a good place to stop for today.

It'll be time to open the gates soon and I don't want to be late.

— Lost Items From the Old Capital, verified by the White Star Institute