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(You've been staring at these shelves for a while, but only now do you notice a spiral bound notebook nestled between flour sacks. Strange.)

(As you flip through the pages, it seems to be empty. Strange, considering there have been bookmarks placed inside...)

(You doubt it will help you defeat the King, but it's curious. You'll ask the shopkeeper about it once you pay for all of your other items.)

(...)

(You chuckle as you close the journal.)

(...You attempt to keep these words in mind, though.)

(As you approach the Favor Tree, you see Siffrin turned away from it, as if expecting you.)

[And no, dear reader, she does not see anyone else.]

(You catch your breath and approach them.)

(As soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize how paranoid you sound.)

(Despite how silly you sound, Siffrin looks bothered. Does he know..?)

(Interesting response... You might as well test something.)

(You write down a note for yourself, knowing that the look on Siffrin's face will not be transcribed otherwise:)

[...]

[Of course you'd know this much about me, I'm not sure what I expected.]

[I have no insight into why you're here. I have no idea.]

[For all I know, that journal was in the shop the entire time and she's only now just started to notice.]

[...That wouldn't make much sense, would it?]

[Regardless, nothing happened in the loop before, if that's what you're asking.]

[Nothing obviously significant, anyway, I'm not keeping track of every time Stardust picks his nose...]

[They were being a little more suspicious than usual? But it's not like they haven't done that before.]

[I really did think this was a fluke that'd disappear in the next loop.]

[Like that one time the Change God statue in town...]

[...]

[Go on and guide your little Researcher, it's not like you're doing any better at it than I am with my Stardust.]

(You’ve been staring at these shelves for a while, but only now do you notice a spiral bound notebook nestled between flour sacks. Strange.)

(Before you go to pick it up, Siffrin rushes into the store. You turn to him, confused... there's an urgent look on their face.)

(..?)

(Before you can ask if they need anything else from you, they're gone. Strange.)

(You turn back to the book, frowning. If Siffrin is this upset about the potential of something being weird, you should at least check the one lead you have.)

(As you flip through the pages, you see... lots of things.)

(Most of the book seems to be filled with questions, some of which are answered in your own handwriting, but occasionally the format is broken up with transcripts of conversations.)

(Conversations and...)

(Gems. Gems alive. Here at the end-- you don't get any visuals, you don't know what exactly happened here, but you see what you said.)

(This is too elaborate. To specific. Too... strange. There is your handwriting in this book, despite you never having seen it before.)

(And it looks like in whatever world you wrote all of that, you also witnessed Siffrin suffering a fatal injury soon after you left this shop.)

(There are a lot of thoughts floating around in your mind right now, but only one seems to be very actionable at the moment.)

(You fish a pen out of your bags and for the first time, write an unprompted question into the book:)

What happened? What do you know?

(This next question does not seem to be addressed to you, or if it is, it's very confused. You are not foraging for mushrooms, and even if this store had any in stock, you would hope there wouldn't be any doubts around their safety.)

(You decide it's not worth writing anything in response.)

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