Lost and found

January 1077:

At last, I found it. It took me months of dedicated search. Days and days I spent in my ship drifting through this blackness with only a small rhyme from days of old to guide me. But I persevered and came out triumphant. The moment I saw its glow in the windows of the port bow, I knew I had found a bewildering treasure, a true miracle...

I carefully planned a landing. No need of getting into uncontrolled hassles with primitive local tribes now the treasure of treasures is within my reach.

Once landed I got out my craft, I walked about for a bit. I took a handful of soil and crumbled it with my fingers. I felt the warmth of the old sun on my aging skin. I saw the strange colors and exotic vegetation. I smelt the strange but rich odors of an old world. Indeed a world filled with mysteries and legends...

Now I have to devise a cunning plan to capture one of the creature mentioned in the Nash's journals and pinch this awesome and miraculous secret that keeps them alive...

- From the secret diaries of William J.

Of journals and legends....

April 1076:

Incredible excitement.... !!! By sheer luck - if such a thing exists - I obtained two old travel journals of a chap called Rudolph Nash. His journals discuss a long forgotten world called Thamber. According to the journals, Thamber is a world of legends: wizards, witches, nights, magic forests and strange beings.

The journals contain references to its exact location although they are very cryptic. A discovery of the planet's exact location would require me to obtain a space craft, for which I have yet to obtain the funds.... but I'm determined to go there...

I feel an immediate urge to find this world and discover its secrets. It's almost a burning feeling rushing through my body... Some of the wonders mentioned in these journals... well, if it's true what he writes, the consequences are unbelievable...

- From the secret diaries of William J.

First decay

August 1075:

I've seen first decay on my body. I cannot go into the physical details as the mere thought of this haunts me with unreal fear and the feeling which can be described as an agonizing lack of control... What are we that we have no control over our bodies, over our physical appearance? Are we supposed to taste the sweetness of being while at the same time have the knowledge of an inevitable nonbeing?

- From the secret diaries of William J.