Lost Journal
Aging Journal Entry is an object that can be found in the Outer Sanctorium of the Wizard's Tower. It is located near Archivists Maizy and Nearwill, north of of the Training Platform.
The entry reveals that Nayos, the Realm of Dreams is purportedly the original home of the mursaat.
I've been within the walls of the Wizard's Tower for months now. Not all of my memories have returned since the ritual, and they likely won't, but the pit in my gut screams all night... I've little reprieve from what lies below the surface. Probably angry that I hid it all away. Isgarren says that he holds no grudge, but he's still guarded with me. Especially when it grows dark in the evenings; he usually crawls back to his chambers or resumes work elsewhere. I'd understand if he was always like this, though. All I can do now is try to be better than whoever I was before. But that might be a challenge, based on what I've learned.
I suppose Isgarren wouldn't have gone along with the ritual if there was any lingering distrust between us, since it keeps us together for the foreseeable future. He could have also done it for his personal gain... His "World Spire" isn't complete, after all, and he needed another pair of hands to work with the shadowstone. I wouldn't have been able to help him if I hadn't gone through with it. At least I'm making an impact.
Isgarren may be strange, but he is not bad. Nervous, maybe, and a little naive, but not evil. He did spare me that day, even though the mursaat gave him every reason to gut me before I could do the same to him. My people are cruel. What glimpses remain are...disquieting. Disgusting, even. Torture, suffering. Blood everywhere. What all did I do that I just can't see...?
All I've left of myself—my past self—that doesn't make me want to crumble into the abyss is her voice. I don't know who she is, but it might be the only flicker of anything that proves that I'm not inherently malevolent... "They are out there, in the Realm of Dreams. Our home. Our actual home. I see them sometimes, when I slumber." Her voice sounds like ocean waves, even if her mask is just a golden sheen smeared at the back of my mind...
