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[Stolen Journal 04
Nov. 28th, 2008 04:20 am[private to self 62.8% Unhackable]
I enter the trance and try to focus on that collapsed well. I feel a compulsion to climb down it...which is strange, considering how hazardous that could be for me. The well shifts and blurs in my vision...I can't focus on it. It's as if i'm dealing with another prescient...yet none of the other residents here have my gift. I can barely see the Golden Path...it wavers under my feet, as if I were a drunk trying to walk a straight line.
That leaves the Malnosso. They seem to exist outside of the time stream, secure in this pocket dimension...so our awareness must percieve them as prescient.
I must take the risk. The secure path leads ever downward to stagnation.
[Action: Leto is crawling down into the hole, wearing the oilcloth raincoat Yuri gave him. He's not taking any visible equipment. Just a cloth bag slung over his shoulder full of sand and something inside that moves...]
I enter the trance and try to focus on that collapsed well. I feel a compulsion to climb down it...which is strange, considering how hazardous that could be for me. The well shifts and blurs in my vision...I can't focus on it. It's as if i'm dealing with another prescient...yet none of the other residents here have my gift. I can barely see the Golden Path...it wavers under my feet, as if I were a drunk trying to walk a straight line.
That leaves the Malnosso. They seem to exist outside of the time stream, secure in this pocket dimension...so our awareness must percieve them as prescient.
I must take the risk. The secure path leads ever downward to stagnation.
[Action: Leto is crawling down into the hole, wearing the oilcloth raincoat Yuri gave him. He's not taking any visible equipment. Just a cloth bag slung over his shoulder full of sand and something inside that moves...]
