What follows are a collection of notes from apparent different sources found in various locations around the island:
My dearest Dryan,
This Island is every bit like you said it would be. You tried to warn me. I'm sorry I didn't listen. I'm sorry I left you weeping to pursue my own selfish gains. I thought I would be different than the others. I thought I could achieve greatness and make life better for our family. For you and for little Zale.
This may be the last letter you will see this cycle. I don't expect to survive on this side of the ley. But the cycle will restart and we will hold each other again. And I will be better for you. For us all. Give Zale the biggest squeeze.
Until we meet again, my love…
Attention:
Effective immediately, all Timeskippers should avoid travel to The Central Islands. It has come to our attention that such endeavors pose a significant danger and constitute a wasteful expenditure of valuable resources.
Any attempts to traverse to this location by the Timeskippers or any affiliated parties will not be sanctioned and is furthermore deemed unnecessary and irresponsible, detracting from more pressing matters.
Princess Lex
Stepping foot onto this enigmatic island, I am filled with a sense of purpose and determination unlike any I have known before. I have embarked on countless journeys in pursuit of knowledge and discovery, but none have stirred my soul quite like this.
Despite the warnings and tales of failed expeditions that precede us, I cannot help but feel optimistic about our chances of unraveling the mysteries that shroud this land. For we are not deterred by the ghosts of past failures; rather, we are emboldened by the challenge ahead.
I am confident that we will prevail where other Timeskippers have faltered. For it is not the fear of failure that guides us, but the unwavering belief in our ability to overcome adversity and emerge victorious in our quest for knowledge.
The upending of the earth is heralded by his chimes.
The sound of rebirth.
A twinkle that once knew the stars.
His coming brings that which has been forgotten.
But why should it matter.
Stride on silent one, in your quest to raise us from our plight.
We are nothing.
But nothing is beautiful
A lone flower grows
Weeping in the blue darkness
Among the brambles
Beneath starry night
blue petals wilt with sadness.
A flower alone.
Steal your aching heart.
May a flower shield your pain
On this starless night.
Another sleepless night. Stranded here, I am haunted by a rhythm that reverberates through the darkness, a constant reminder of my isolation. The primal music of this forsaken land plays on; a language I cannot comprehend but feel in the depths of my being.
No matter how I try to escape into slumber, the beating persists, its relentless cadence driving me to the brink of madness. When the dawn breaks once more, I will be left only with the unanswered rhythm echoing in my mind, a solitary sentinel in the vast expanse of the unknown. My poetry is all that keeps me sane.
I wish I could forget his face now. His cracked smile; his haunted eyes; the malice on his tongue. Where once I saw a treasured friend, the face of his corruption is burned into my mind. The face of my love…is now that which I fear most.
Did Princess Lex know? When we asked about the island, she simply shrugged. “We tried, it didn't work. But if you want to go, it is not like I can stop you.” How could she talk so casually about these horrors? Does she not care about our lives? Why not give us a proper warning? Surely she must have known of the magnitude if others have tried before. We had heard the call not three months ago before we decided to brave the journey here. We were foolish, yes, but only because we were not given a clearer picture. “How bad could it be” are words I wish I had time to never say again. It may be harsh to call this a betrayal, and yet it is all I am left with.
Auntie May's Mushroom Surprise
2 blue cap mushrooms
Separate stems from heads
Discard the stems
Wash the heads
That's it. That's the recipe. Eat' 'em and…Surprise! Nature's bounty!
Perhaps it was foolish, coming here. Yet I still have not seen or heard Marille or the others. And our dear sweet Simali.
There aren’t many of us, after all. The Timeskippers. More seem to be awakening every day, but living in an endless cycle of time is wearing us all thin. They came here to look for answers. But I’m not sure they found any. And after days of traversing this forsaken island, It’s not clear if they even made it here at all. Shattered old relics unearth on occasion, but no hints of those I love.
Perhaps they got out of it. The cycles. Perhaps they are in a better place now, living free from the chains of time. Or perhaps they lived their final cycle. I just hope it is a comforting respit. I don’t have the answers. And my heart breaks to give up the search, but if they have all moved on…in one way or another…so too must I.
Do not eat the mushrooms. They may look just like the ones in Bredon, but the visions they give you…are…uneasy. I was so hungry. I thought they were safe. Alas, I am unsure how long these visions will plague my senses, but I pray for the time they start to fade. I feel grounded, yet ungrounded?
I feel as if the land itself is breathing. Pumping blood that gives life.
Energy…I feel a…connection, almost as if…
I grow weary of Petrak's paranoia. He has forbidden our party from harvesting the Blue Stripe Mushrooms even though they are the exact same species we have on Bredon. He believes he suffers still from the supposed ill effects of the fungus, but he is a fool. My good fellow does not understand that the island itself is making him uneasy. Not the mushrooms. I have harvested countless since arriving and have indulged in them secretly. They taste just as sweet as they do back home. More for me, I suppose.
The tension in the air is palpable, thick with uncertainty and unease. As we march towards the enemy's stronghold, I can't shake the feeling that there's something they're hiding, something they know. Their defenses seem too well fortified, their movements too calculated.
But we press on, driven by duty and determination. For we are Timeskippers. And in the face of uncertainty, there is only one choice: to steel ourselves for whatever may come and face the unknown with courage.
Another sleepless night. Stranded here, I am haunted by a rhythm that reverberates through the darkness, a constant reminder of my isolation. The primal music of this forsaken land plays on; a language I cannot comprehend but feel in the depths of my being.
No matter how I try to escape into slumber, the beating persists, its relentless cadence driving me to the brink of madness. When the dawn breaks once more, I will be left only with the unanswered rhythm echoing in my mind, a solitary sentinel in the vast expanse of the unknown.