The smell. The stench of rot, of earth, of death - I do not understand what happened. I remember so little and I feel it.
Some of them had two mouths (what where they?) Some of them had tentacles. I remember vague names from lessons long ago, in books that may have placed these vile creatures in some form of fantasy world. Most Dreaming Dark are quori - some their vessels. This is...this is beyond strange.
Il-Yannah preserve Medalshana.
Il-Yannah preserve Tetkashtai.
May they both find strength and find the Light.
Words are...failing. I am failing to keep myself in check.