InsaneJournal

Current mood:

frustrated

13 September 1942

Note: stress tolerance exceeded.

There is --a colour-- beyond the natural visual range of the mundane eye. Not all wizards can see it. He saw it when I broke the clock.

I know he didn't mean to hurt me no matter what Sándor says. When the clocks stop they talk to me now.

Kenjiro made the clock tick backward. I saw the bird in the mirror. When the clock ticked backward, the particles went spinning in a new direction.

I spin and spin but my particles don't return to their orbits. Sándor wants to fix it but he doesn't know how.

We are not alone in here. She made me laugh when I was little. I haven't seen her now for years, but she sent me a dream. Maybe she thought I was dead. I thought I was dead for a while.

Possibly parts of me are dead.

Joachim knows where it is.

I am surer than ever that Teleforce works.