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Journal 5 [Explained]
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'Pick you up at eight?' 'Nine. I've got to re-mine the driveway.'
Journal 5 [Explained]
Transcript Under the Cut

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Journal #5
Who: Higgs When: Writing year unknown Where: Unknown
Ha and ka, body and soul. The two become separated, you die— in this world, at least. The death ain't the end, though. So long as your soul's got a body to come back to, you can be reborn. Resuscitated, anyway. That's why people built coffins and sarcophagi— to preserve the body so the soul had a home it could return to.
I learned all this and more from an old book I found— the Wisdom of the Egyptians. Chock full of interesting tidbits about death and how to overcome it. Like the golden death masks of the pharaohs, the ones decorated using magical adornments as an indication of the wearer's prestige and power.
I tell you what, if we've learned anything from the Beach, it's that the Egyptians had it all figured out. That's why I've decided to give myself a mask. Not a death mask, though, but one for living— for ruling. Today's the last day anyone sees my face. I don't need it anymore.
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Journal Entry #5
Corellon appeared to me again. In the flesh, and in spirit. I've pressed the petals he left last night withing this journal entry. I won a Tome of Leadership and Influence in the talent show but... He's really here. Fi'evtalforge... The sacred comb he left me all those years ago... It's glowing. He speaks to me through it. He needs me to see the futures he can't envision.
There was something I missed, a few nights ago. He mumbled something, when I saw him, as fluid as ever, out the window, but I didn't hear what he said. An androgynous elven figure, I wasn't sure at first, but he confirmed it.
The window blew open all on it's own. I've finally gotten Iskara to a place where she can open up. I've been so worried about her... She has taking the path of conquest, of rebellion against her own god. Corellon surely will assist us in our efforts; after all, wouldn't peace throughout California result in the safest environments for elves? He still loves his daughter Eilistraee, despite her membership in the Dark Seldarine. Her wish is for peace, as well, among all living beings, even the dark elves. His punishment was issued to them long ago, but does this not show that he too has changed, being a deity representative of Change, of Creativity? If the elves and dark elves can find peace, why not the elves and the goblinoids? The Whip would never cooperate, but if someone were to unify goblinoids against him and usurp him... Would it be possible then? And what of her fate if she attains godhood? I have no doubts as to her strength, she could surely handle it, especially since she can speak somewhat freely now. What could I bring to her aid?
i miss my gf (even if shes human)
my 5 art journals… #5 (the one with the bike) is my current one ☺️

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i wanna do like the plants and grow
he’s got a whole universe inside him
my girlfriend is so cute um @frndlybisexual
inspired by this spread by @deep-and-artsy aka also my gf xx