Maybe...this is an ideal version of Maguuma. One without Mordremoth. One that Eir didn't die in. One that...I didn't die in. The old me, at least. I'm still here though. I'm still breathing, even if I'm not the same person. But, the more that I think about it...maybe it's for the best. I was so angry back then... It feels weird so say that I'm better now. I'm not, but I'm getting there. A light in the darkness, I have the best possible distraction: the Kryptis. I don't have time to mourn. We can only act, and well... It's not good. Dagda's struggling, Isgarren seems...off. Mabon's about ready to do something severe. Maybe we'll see each other again soon. I don't know if I'm ready.