Ruchbah wrote:

June 1, 1849

I have decided that I must keep a journal that I may [unknown] and that I may once again return to these pages to know that I am a sane man, a man of reason and willful thought.

The visions have become unbearable. My joints ache with the weight of my dreams. I pray that what I see is not the future, that it is some nightmare, the [unknown, possibly "taunting"] visions of a man whose mind has failed him.

I may never know the truth of what I see. A world in flames. The wars of man. The return of the gods to a world I cannot know.

And so, I will record my visions.

Gamma Cass wrote:

June 2, 1849

I can no longer sleep. My dreams burn my eyes and flicker at all times like a candle wick left too long.

I was asked to leave the church this evening. I am no longer welcome there either. I sat for hours in the park, unable to close my eyes for fear the visions would return.

It is the only place I have left, the only place I can be near others and feel the warmth of the world.

I write again so I may calm my mind and find a place in which I can allow my mind to clear that I might find dreamless sleep.

Schedar wrote:

June 2, 1849

I awake - the dream was of a flaming ring falling to its center, turning as water. All around it were bodies of fire and energy as the heat of a flame twists the world around it.

I felt no fear. The ring turned round me and I saw that beneath the surface were many rings, balls of fire and of light, turning to no end and I know now that creation and oblivion were its purpose.

The cycle.

The Beginning and the End.

Caph wrote:

June 9, 1849

Elim - I hear the word in my dream, was whispered to me as I sit in this park. They are coming. The word is spoken.

I can no longer close my eyes. The visions come to me in flashes with even the slightest blink of the eye. I know I cannot hope to hide. I write now but my mind turns, spinning and fluttering like a stone cast into the abyss.

They will come upon the earth in fire and light, bringing with them only war.