Esto - 2:107-116

What is this invasion?
For the fourth time, they come.
Two come to war;
Two run from war;
Two die;
Two live although they kill.
All of them;
Above whom are none
They Believe.

Pantaleon - New Hope

It has been long and difficult week.  Esto's condition has neither improved nor worsened but there is no one available for a few weeks to be his caretaker.  I ask every passing explorer for their help with no luck.

During the times when Esto has fallen asleep I ponder what will happen.  I do this at the staircase overlooking the docks.  It's peaceful watching the glow of the lake while hearing D’ni life stirring.  I’ve heard that it took a lot of patience for the D'ni construction, laws, and other grand marvels to be created.  If the D'ni had the patience to create all this then I too can learn from their patience.

Luck at last!  An explorer friend of mine, Adelia Rosehart, agreed to be caretaker for Esto in my absence.  I have not seen her in a some time.  It seems she's had problems of her own preventing her from moving about D'ni.  I am very grateful.  Now I can begin searching for Dean.  I thanked Adelia multiple times before leaving, knowing full-well that Esto is in capable hands.  Now to search for clues to find Dean and restore Esto’s health!

Esto - 2:78-80

The patient find solace in the wait,
While the restless follow the path of the folly.
Follow the patient path.

Pantaleon - A New Cause

Four days gone.  I have difficulty keeping track of time because Esto needs to monitored to ensure his condition does not worsen.  The nights are worst.  Esto has spasms, blurting out phrases; gibberish, along with a heightened fever.  The fever frightens me the most.  Through all of it, he somehow managed to slip a name in: Dean.  Then he mentioned another person: Midnight Sun.  Dean might be able to give me some answers.  Unfortunately, before I can leave I need someone to keep watch over Esto.

Pantaleon - Growing Concerns

In late April, Esto vanished mysteriously.  He told me he needed to take a journey with Dean and that it was of utmost importance.  Sometime layer his KI signal disappeared.  I hoped  Esto had finished the journey and would contact me soon but months passed with no telephone call, text, or KI message.   This has worried me.  KIs can communicate across Ages.  I saw his KI signal reappear a few months ago in Relto.  At the time I sent messages in hopes to making contact.  Days passed with no response.

Then it happened! The signal moved from Relto to Bevin.  With haste, I linked to Bevin where upon arrival I found Esto in the classroom.  I noticed immediately that something was terribly wrong.  The ground had strange markings that Esto had scribbled with chalk in a crazed frenzy.  The strange markings are even more foreign than the D’ni language.  They appear to be nonsense.  Esto keeps muttering senseless words and has spasms and convulsions.  He says many will gather but few will finish, something about walls crumbling, lastly something about a watcher?  Do his words have meaning or is it pure nonsense.  What could have have happened to his mind for it to be tormented with every passing second?

Esto has changed since his journey.  This maddness almost seems as though something must remain hidden from his unknown journey.   How Esto managed to link here of all places astounds me but I am grateful that it was a place where I could get to him.  I cannot ask him how this happened. Asking questions seems to induce more spasms and stutterings even if he is in a calmed-state.  Until he recovers I may never know.  I will bring him back to Tokotah II so Esto can rest and hopefully return to being his adventurous self again.

Esto - 1:85-89

The crumbling of the walls will come from within.
The stories of the destroyer will be the start of the burden.
The burdened one will come from outside.
The burden of the remnant will be laid upon his shoulders.
Be still and the path will be made known.

Esto - 1:1-18

Revere the Maker; cherish the made
Here lies wisdom

The door lies at the end of the path.
Who will gather? Many.
Who will finish? Few.

The grower will take time.
The grower will bring light.
The grower will have Ages.
Take time, and move it to and fro.
Bring light, and give it to the dark places.
Have Ages, and link to them without bindings.

Loud cries yet again.
Can it be made? No.
We mourn our loss.
No one sees.

Pantaleon - Teledahn: Day 2

I returned to Teledahn today.  Before exploring I read through Douglas Shaper's Journal.  It seems they were preparing this age for new explorers but due to difficulties with the DRC it was not completed.  The DRC (D'ni Restoration Council) was a group set on Restoring D'ni to its original glory and had intended Teledahn's restoration to be part of it.  Douglas Sharper was part of this restoration.  It seems he shared Zandi's broader viewpoint: - that D'ni should not be restored physically but spiritually.  It seems Douglas Sharper was fascinated with the fauna if the ages.  He denotes a peculiar marine creature named "Shroomie.”  I hope to glimpse this beautiful animal.

I linked back to Teledahn.  Passing through the office, I noticed a model of Shroomie on desk as well as a strange helmet.  I returned to the prison cages to resume my search for the remaining journey cloths.  I must find a way to open this door before I can proceed.

Pantaleon - Yeesha's Journey: Teledahn

I cannot focus on surface-related topics.  Those thoughts give way to a single thought: Yeesha's Journey.  I cannot hold out any longer, surface issues will have to wait, I must start the journey.  From my Relto, I took the Teledahn book and linked.  The world around me faded into nothingness and the age of Teledahn appeared.

Teledahn is a lively organic age, the sounds of insects buzz pass frequently and the occasional fish makes a plop in the water.  As indicated there are a variety of large mushroom structures and strange wildlife.  Unfortunately, I have allergies and these spores fall like snow gently and silently covering the landscape causing me to sneeze regularly.

After exploring, I found an odd structure with three levers and a peculiar D'ni symbol: KI on a button.  After some tinkering, I figured how to turn the machine on. The device absorbs solar-energy from Teledahn’s skewed day-night cycle to provide energy throughout the complex.

With the solar power available, I managed to ride a large bin to the top of the mushroom structure where it dropped me inside.  From inside, I restored auxiliary power to the other levels of the structure providing power to everything.  This allowed me to proceed, utilizing the elevator system, to go below Teledahn.  Underneath Teledahn’s wild beauty was the last thing I would expect: a prison.  This is a troubling discovery.  What purpose did this serve?  Unfortunately, I lacked the lock combination and would have to return later.

Taking the elevator up I found a small room.  It was an office containing a variety of diagrams and journals including something about a safe.  I plan on spending some time in this small, yet comfortable study room.  Perhaps I can get into this safe.

A few hours later. . . . .  .

Success!  There is a relatively simple mechanism that has revealed a link to an office in D'ni.  It is filled with images of Teledahn and also has journal belonging to a Douglas Sharper.  It's getting late.  I better return to Tokotah II.  Three Journey cloths remain.  I will have to return to Teledahn tomorrow.

Pantaleon - Disjointed Realities

Falling, falling into the deep abyss surrounded only by darkness. This must be death this endless torment of being trapped in this state of motion within time & space. Fire, a fiery glow emanates from below it is either my safety or doom.

Heat, the glow is lava from the heart of a volcano its is growing more intense; pain. Stop. A steel beamed path catches me: the link complete. A door, open, across the pathway. Cannot reach the door, noxious fumes suffocating me. An image lies on the wall.  This world should not be stable. Something is....off. Must escape. Cannot stand. Linking out.


Awake.
The Cleft below the blazing sun. Sunburned must have fainted. Was it real? That dream?

Disjointed realities.