“NYX MAGNIA” | ◡ SA ䷒

DISCIPLE 40 / ENTRY #4

LOG: B-2 | CYCLE 73.3.4

The material realm is inordinately chaotic and wretched; I find I loathe it. Despite my best attempts at scouring this miserable world, my efforts to uncover the location of the Halfbreed have been unsuccessful. Tiny fragments and vile lifeforms collide carelessly, forming amorphous, heaving masses devoid of any structure or purpose. These creatures are most unsightly: their bodies bleed into one another, merging into an abhorrent, wriggling filth. Surrounding these masses is a layer of fluid billows, rippling throughout the space with no destination in mind. At what I take to be the heart of this land lies an enormous, pulsating sphere. Its steady beat thrums throughout the vast expanse, fanning out like the veins of a gargantuan creature. With every pulse, it consumes the surrounding matter and belches it out again as something slightly more defined. It is the heart of this place, the source of its crude spirit. I would see it destroyed, but it is not worth the energy required.