Dear whoever is reading this

Day 193

Watch the stars.

Watch them fall.

Watch them soar across the sky.

Watch them fly

Seen from every corner of the Known World.

Even in pitch-black darkness, watch them fly

Even five-thousand feet underground, watch them fly

If you are a god

Watch them fly

If you are a human

Watch them fly

If you don’t have intelligence

Watch them fly

if you don’t know what they are

Watch them fly

Everyone knows something is coming

For some, it will be their darkest hour

For others, it will be hope

Some will use it

Others will abuse it

But no matter who you are

Where you are

What you are

Watch them fly

That was the age-old poem, passed down from generation to generation.

“They say, every 10,000 years the poor souls of those who died in the previous era will shoot across the Known World in the form of stars. When the King of the previous era's soul flies, leaving a streak of light, it will signal the end of the era and will create a new era. However, the stars don't create the new era themselves; that job is up to the existing life. Some of their souls will become the next stars, but that doesn't deny their destiny created by fate. Whether it's cruel or a blessing, everyone has a fate they have to carry out. And that is one thing that will never change."

I thought it was a myth, created by a drunk old man seeing hallucinations.

But I watched them fly

I saw them

We all did

It was beautiful

Who knows what it means

But it's exciting

I hope it's correct

Oh, those in the heavens’ abode above us all. What will happen to us? What will happen to you? Will you save us? Can you save us?

I don’t know what’s happening.

But I don’t want to die.

Vicori

The Ailvan World

Lina

Damnit, that was the last page.

What a weird journal.

My subordinates had finally found a source from before our era and before we started writing down history. This book, full of broken, rough, yellow pages was completely useless. It's just someone's life, their diary.

My clan had finally found a historical piece of literature that was written before our era and before we started tracking history. My clan had already struggled to translate this ancient language into our more modern dialect.

The rain descended relentlessly tonight with the tempest wind raging like it was trying to blow away our capital. I was in the midst of studying the literature we had discovered. I sighed with regret as nothing interesting came up in the book. The dark storm raged on as the only light I had was from the wick of that candle that glowed a warm and happy light.

After reading it thoroughly multiple times, there was nothing important in it. There were multiple parts in the book. The first was the author's recipes—which I did want to try to cook sometime—and a couple of important memories they shared with others. The rest was their daily life for almost an entire decade.

I twirled around, hovering upside-down to see if a change in position would give me a change in perspective. My pure-white hair, now touched the floor as I floated around my room. I had a desk facing the window, with a bookshelf to my left carrying almost every fantasy novel from the human world. My bed was behind me, it barely fit in my squashed room. But my room was tall, tall enough for me to laze around in the air for the entire day.

I bit my nails, rapidly thinking that I had to be missing something.

Any patterns? Maybe the first letter of each word? Maybe the first letter of each sentence? Ancient code?

Then it struck me. I hit myself lightly because of how stupid I was. If this truly was an ordinary diary, why was it buried in some ruins? Not just ruins of a house, ruins of a dungeon. My clan was exploring a tomb—making the archeological discovery of the century—when we found this. Also, if there was a secret here, the author would have hidden it within the words. The secret shouldn't be in plain sight.

Let's see what we have here

As I suspected, the first word of each page created an entirely new page. While it was a tedious process to find each word, it was worth it.

Be prepared. Prepared for the worse. If anyone is reading this, be ready for the worse when the stars fall in the sky.

There was a pattern in the eras. Dark, light, dark, light.

My era was Dark, yours should be light. So, if the eras follow this pattern, the next era for us should be dark.

Creation, destruction, luminosity, abyss.

Assemble all the strength you have, you'll need it