It has been two sunsets since I last wrote my thoughts down. I have completed my pilgrimage and finally stand before the Spire of Exaltation. As I stand upon the ramp leading into the Temple of the Blessed Mantle, looking out across the waters running through the majestic landscape of Eternity's Garden, I am reminded of how this region has always held such mystery among our people. I remember the stories my forebear would tell of his own journey to the temple. He never discussed his trials among our kith, but he told countless stories of the treacherous journey through the depths of the jungle to get there. It took him eight days along the pilgrim's path from the far southern reaches of Castora to the steps of the temple, and several of his cohort did not complete the journey. My own pilgrimage ended fifteen days after I first set out on the path. Mentor Sidony reminds me that it is not a race, that each must come to Divitium Nava in their own time and in their own way. Despite those reassurances, I am certain my forebear will judge the extra time I required. That is, if I pass the trials, which I can begin as soon as tomorrow. I predict this will be another restless night.