 Ulfsild's Log: Your Discovery, My Farewell |
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I found the Luminaries, though I was not the first to do so. If you're reading this, then I take comfort in the fact that I will not be the last.
May you find them as I found them, taking each step on that journey in your own measure. The shift in perspective needed to find them and earn their favor is as much a gift to you as the favor itself.
Create magic the likes of which the world has never seen before. Style your expressions of magic in exaltation or defiance of them.
I am fond of each of them in their own way. But then, I suppose my heart has always bent for immortal things, despite never wanting to be immortal myself. I learn from them as they learn from me, and I learn from myself.
I still don't know what the Luminaries are. I know what I think they might be, and if you haven't found my notes on that yet, I'm sure you will in due time.
I wish I could hear your theories, whoever you are. I wish Shalidor had shared in my fascination the Luminaries. I wish a lot of things.
This is not a wish. I put these words to page with faith that someday, someone will read them. Someone will find what I've lost. And they have. You're reading this now, so it's happened! Isn't it lovely that despite the impermanence of people and parchment, these stories found some way to persist? All I did to leave behind a piece of myself—it wasn't for nothing.
This is what I have to tell myself, anyway, as I make my final preparations. Say my final farewells. Everything is in place, and it still feels like not enough. I've
<The rest of the pages of this journal have been torn out.>