text: Semul/34/Year of the Cocoon The Aisle of the Aniqotari Journal Entry 43 Stymus Entamule &#x200B; I must have drifted for what seemed like days aboard this liferaft... I was the sole escapee from our pursuers, The "Keepers of the Ruin", Or "Hrijanyans" in Aniqotarian tongue. Descendants of those ancient Aniqotari who lived upon these accursed shores, and who will protect their island at all costs. I could not see them as I reached land, and I suspected they would have turned away out of fear of what is to come. I have lost everything to complete this task, two wives, a home, my reputation, maybe my sanity. But such trifles are fleeting anyways... The only thing to withstand the sands of time shall be this tome. For the record of my name and the story shall live on inside these pages, so that whoever may read this shall be privy to the anomaly known only as, *Quohixima...* The Aisle of Aniqotari. It is here that I have made a small shelter among the ruins, to lie in wait to witness the unknown. I have set my camp inside the vast library of the former Aniqotarian king, Groth Xenuen. It was during his reign that almost all who lived within his city's gate suddenly vanished into nothingness, including his majesty. I continue to drink my fill of knowledge as days come and go, learning of the various customs and cultures of the forgotten people. Plates upon plates of inscribed marble, a lifetime's worth of knowledge all mine for the taking. As far as living arrangements go, supplies are very scarce. I feed upon the marble mice that fall prey to my rudimentary traps, and water is hard to come by except for the rain which falls exactly every 3 days. And it is here at the seat of the king, on the setting of the third Sun, that I shall retire to my bunk to rest. &#x200B; Musha/12/Year of the Cocoon The Aisle of the Aniqotari Journal Entry 54 Stymus Entamule &#x200B; I have found what seems to be the last plate of knowledge written. An account written upon a black marble slab, and rather hastily I might add, as I cannot seem to decipher most of the text. Instead, I am left with blanks for my mind to fill in, but with what? From what I could put together, the message seems to be a grave warning of Quohixima's wrath... Still, I have yet to find a detailed account of its appearance, or nature. Something so intangible and far out of my reach is Quohixima, whose very being is still a mystery to me and all those who study it. Despite being known throughout the world, very little is known about the entity. We may try our best but could anyone name such a formless form? An abstraction of reality... The *most lost* among the lost... Who could describe the void from which it came, and fathom the terror of its sight? An otherworldly mass of otherworldly horror, a being too strange that just the sight of it can cause madness and pandemonium abound. Only the ancients knew, for they have gazed upon its forbidden form. From the tattered remains of their dead tongue, of which the ancients scrawled upon the marble stone of ruin, could only inscribe the name of the terror. *"Quohixima"...* That word... That only word... Only that word... That word I cannot seem to grasp, even the people of today have little to no idea of just what kind of calamity Quohixima is. *Many* a sleepless night, quills upon quills upon parchment, the ink ran dry as the scholars tried to derive the meaning of that *dreadful* name. From what the ancients knew, and only what we had learned from them, was that the name of the phenomenon meant pure darkness. Darkness, of which could cast a shadow on the night's sky. Darker than the blackest black, to make the darkest midnight seem as day in comparison. Ancient text said It came as a cloud, As slow as the rise and fall of the tides, but seemingly from nowhere. The ancient's knew that it comes upon the eve of the new millennium. A time similar to this... And it is for this reason I turned my back upon everything in my life, and why I have journeyed to the ruins of the Aniqotari, to the forbidden continent that lies southwest of home, to the very square of which Quohixima was said to have first appeared. A journey of which has taken years of my life, and the lives of both family and friends. A journey of which I am the only survivor, the last witness to Quohixima's sight. &#x200B; Triya/0/Year of Metamorphosis The Aisle of the Aniqotari Journal Entry 76 Stymus Entamule It is now mid-day of the new year, a certain air fills the halls of this palace. The winds blow harder and harder each passing minute and then stops, and starts again as if the planet itself is breathing, gasping in fear for what is to come. A noise resounds from the sky as if a choir of a thousand strong sing in unison, but in a discordant tone. A haunting fanfare that precedes the arrival of *his majesty*... I hear a noise like none I ever heard before, it beckons me forth... To go forth outside to the square... The very square in which the calamity appeared a millennia ago... I SEE IT! I see it! It's coming from the clouds, light has no effect on its form as it makes its descent from the void. It is entirely black, despite the 3 suns shining full upon it. Its size is monstrous, it encompasses the sky as if it's embracing the planet, as like a maiden running to the embrace of her lover. Tendrils upon tendrils, the air is made still as it makes its entrance. I run to the cliffside to get a better look upon its form. It beckons me forth! How could this earthly human language describe the magnitude of such an ephemeral form? There is nothing upon this world, dare I say universe, I can liken it to. The only discernable feature I can name is of the many eyes upon its mass, the gaze of which all rest upon... Me... It beckons me forth... How could anyone describe its sound? An ear-shattering pulse of both high and low tones infinitely spiraling upwards and downwards. The air tastes of its smell, which changes by what seems like the hour. First of Lillies, then of sulfur, then of copper, then of roses... The scent of which... It beckons me forth... I am standing face to face, eye to eye, man to marvel with the being known as Quohixima. It knows who I am, I hear its thoughts! A never-ending whirlwind of sound permeates my inmost being, it taints every fiber of my body. It beckons me forth... I can no longer ignore its call... It beckons me forth... Dimensions, voids, a starless galaxy of never-ending darkness... It beckons me forth... I run to it! It beckons me forth... A sea of spirals and right angles... It beckons me forth... burned metallic skin and eyes... It beckons me forth... The edge of calamity... It beckons me forth... Terror upon all terrors... It beckons me forth... The crushing void... It beckons me forth... A flash of light... It beckons me forth... Quohixima... It beckons me forth... It beckons me forth... It beckons me forth... Farewell, all... &#x200B; &#x200B; I COME TO TAKE, I COME TO GIVE. I AM THE HEART OF THE VOID.