So, as I don’t trust the journal itself to try and embellish the action to make it more interesting (see previous entry), here is an experiment. This is a record of a conversation between Nik and I, as much as I can remember of it. Nothing else actually happens. We’ll see how it eventually gets written ( Read more... )

Rhem stopped in his tracks, as a foot long blade dropped from the empty sky and embedded itself just in front of his right foot. He stood there for a moment, his heart racing, everything else shaking. “What was THAT ( Read more... )

This is how the story ends. But it doesn't end, it keeps going because we're still in it, we're all still in it, we've been inside it all along, and this was just a way to tell us the truth. If this is the truth. I don't know anymore. I can't make sense of half of this, and the other half... well, I must already be mad. Mad as the scientist. The ( Read more... )

Mer, the god of darkness, was thrown from Heaven for trying to create shadows in a place of light. Xe fell, and fell, and fell through vast spaces between worlds. Xe did not know how long xe fell, but the spaces are so great that xe could have fallen for a hundred million years and never touched solid land. Since Mer was banished from Heaven and ( Read more... )

Once there was a god of light, and a god of darkness. The god of light's name was Okin, creator of the universe. Mer, the other, didn't start out being the god of darkness. This is how it happened ( Read more... )

Once, there was a god of light named Okin. Xe was quite happy spinning off balls of light into the nothingness of the universe, which often ended up making new collections of denser matter around them. Sometimes even planets would arise, though this was rare. Even more rare were the planets on which infinitesimal specks of intelligence would arise ( Read more... )

It's over. It's over. Nik is gone ( Read more... )

By gone, I mean actually gone. All the water had disappeared, with not even a trace of moisture in the ground. We were no longer on an island, but the top of a small mountain ridge. The land nearby was featureless grey dirt, a little moist but drying quickly, certainly not vast plains of mud as one might expect from an empty seabed. We both stepped ( Read more... )

Nikolai and I had some words. Then something else happened...but I'm getting ahead of things ( Read more... )

I suppose that since I spent almost all of yesterday hunched over this journal trying to write out what's happened recently, I thought I would be spending today on continuing the journey, not writing some more. This is of course wrong. Absolutely nothing happened today. Which is, to put it bluntly, fantastic Given that dates are both a: corrupted ( Read more... )