It has been some time since the last entry. I tell myself these are pointless. No one will read them. Who will want to?

  But I suppose there is some merit in release. I've already written much. So much that I've not told a soul. No soul I would dare utter these words to. So, where were we?

  It seems I have survived longer than expected. I had the Oracles read Fate Therose again, but nothing has changed. The death wielder still comes.

  It's been so busy, preparing for my own death. I forgot what that was like. This was how mortal life was, wasn't it? Marry. Accumulate wealth. Create successors to eventually replace you.

  I almost wish those cursed Oracles never told me their predictions. I've come to learn that I'd rather die in ignorance than continue like this, but I am far beyond that luxury now.

  I want this to be over.