Nocturne
December 8th, IS 480
This is my final report, I can never return to my world again. Exactly one year has passed since I last sat in front of this typewriter, and I am no closer to my goal than twelve months ago. Admittedly, I closed my files long before this report, but perhaps these final words will make it official.
The answer seemed so obvious at first as to why I was really sent here, but today it could not be any blurrier. I ridiculed their efforts to convince me that this was all some sort of grand scheme, but perhaps I was the fool. The original timeline may be damaged beyond repair, but at the same time, it is not broken. The timeline exists, here and now, and we are the living proof. Then does that mean that there is, in fact, a true purpose for everyone here? Perhaps I was looking at this situation backwards. Rather than tracing this back to the past, could it be someone from the future responsible for all this? Could it be me? What is this all amounting to? It's hardly a gathering when just as many people leave this place again - then again, being here is not what matters, but what they do. Are their actions and consequences really going to SAVE the future? These are all questions that I don't have answers to. The answers don't seem to exist yet.
Although this may be unrelated to the case, I also grow weary of recent activities involving the abuse of the Blinking Rune. With runes such as that, comes a great responsibility, and those Islanders do nothing but experiment with them. It upsets me, not only because they are too dangerous and unpredictable, but I also feel for them. Blinking Runes are sacred to me... I would not function in this world without them. If I really have no other purpose here, then I will see to it that these horrific experiments cease immediately.
You can rest peacefully, Budehuc, I will no longer try to take what you have. Saying those words takes an enormous weight of my shoulders, but I fear this conclusion will only bring me more headaches.
-Viki