Entry 2

In clearly different writing:

Elafir and I did what we needed to to survive all these years. I unlock new wisdom of the arcane regularly at this point, something about this … new version of the weave makes it more accessible than it once was.

What Thal Axiom once was is now entirely lost to us. The wasteland of the desert aside, the landscape is…. wrong. Mountains aren’t where they should be and any frame of reference I had for direction before was lost. Over the years, it was as if new civilizations and societies manifested into this world like we were in a dream. They had always been there… hadn’t they?

My faith in Myndros’ plan is strong. Though I carry pain I fear each breath will never free of, I know that he looks out for his faithful. Elafir, though, doesn’t have the same faith in our god. He speaks to me regularly of some kind of “contingency” though, no matter how I press, he wont share any details of his plans. I can’t imagine what his thoughts are, but the research he’s been doing must have something to do with the relics we’ve been seeking.

Until the end, I will be by Elafir’s side.

Elafir and I, incredibly, found others that survived the cataclysm that ravaged our world. We thought it would be difficult to find others like us. This new world is full of people that look similar to us... but it was immediately apparent. The moment we saw them, we could tell they were not of 'this' world, but of ours. There are a handful of them that have been roaming across this land that appears to be made entirely of fertile plains. In any other circumstance, land like this would be a dream come true.

I've stopped trying to track the date anymore. This... iteration of the world seems to have come up with an entirely different, asinine definition of how the moon and the sun relate. Elafir has learned much through studies of the arcane-- he absorbs this knowledge faster than I do, though I do keep up in my own right. He tells me that we're looking for something: in our time it was called Tyrana G'Loran-- A great mountain. He won't tell me why, but seems fervent.