(Written by Shinkuu's hand this journal seems odd for her to say the least)
Time... It never ends... It never halts... It marches forward without you or with you. It never leaves your body behind but it can flow past your heart and Soul...
Soul... It is always there... It does not care... It sees only light... It feels no blight... It moves you as a puppet until the day it cuts the strings... It cares not for your body or Mind...
Mind... Darkness... Logic... Cold... There is nothing that cannot be defined. There is no right or wrong. There is no victory or failure... In the Mind there are only variables and outcomes as predictable as the rising on the Sun. You choose to act upon one variable and face its outcome but to what end? Who pulls your strings? What use is a Mind flooded with Emotion from the Heart?
Where has Zarla gone?... Where has Mintshade gone? I feel them in the Darkness... All is Darkness... The world grows so dark that even light cannot escape... Zarla's body burned to ash, her Soul alone lives in the world of Men... I feel it calling to me... What does it want?
It speaks to me in the Darkness... It tells me that it is a useless creature... It tells me that it is a Soul made to make another happy for a time... One who died of pain and loss because of decisions the Soul's Mind made... What is the purpose of Life? What is the purpose of Existing? It feels remorse... It feels pain... So much pain. Why does it persist? Why must it be gifted? Why must it forever live when it has nothing to live for? Leave ME! LEAVE ME!
(the ink on the last letters is pressed hard into the page before it seems to continue a bit more as normal)
Zarla is in deep trouble... But are we all not in the same trouble? I feel darkness.... I can TASTE the Darkness... Why do so many fall to it? Why do so many ask it to **** their soul? Why do they welcome the Blight? What fools are they? What worthless losers are they? I should kill everyone! Slaughter every living Soul. Devour every living thing... I should become the harbinger of the Void... I should give in to my Dark Master once and for all!
Bring the Oblivion to the World. Bring Nothingness to All. Bring about Annihilation to end all those who live and who could become host to the Blight. Who needs these weak souls who cannot fight against that which is consuming their world? Who NEEDS these pathetic creatures who bow and scrape at the feet of any master who comes there way? I WILL GIVE THEM A MASTER. They can bow before ANNIHILATION!
When all is Naught. When Time has Ceased. When Soul is no more. When the endless chatter of Minds is gone... Then... Only then... Will this world be pure enough to be saved... May my blade sever the very Heart of Istara... May I be the Doom of both Light and Darkness.... Who needs them? Who needs such distinction? All will be perfected in Nothing...