Merlin's Regret

A Letter of some sort written from Merlin to himself during his eternal life within the Mountain Empty Halls. The exact knowledge of how this letter was found outside of the mountain is a mystery, but the public knowledge of it is hidden. With not even rulers being given access to it for its danger.

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Merlin's Regret

I was guided by the promise of knowledge doomed to Lichdoom by my very own affliction. I sit alone in my chamber, surrounded by all the dusty tomes of forbidden knowledge and the tools to conjure their knowledge. The entirety of my life has been consumed by the pursuit of power beyond me, and I have done unjustifiable things in my quest for this knowledge. The weight of my sins is heavy upon my soul and spirit, and I can no longer suppress the burden. I have destroyed everything I once held dear and close, and now I am alone, cursed with immortality and the endless torment of my own guilt. The Celestial Sigil, a powerful artefact of immense knowledge and terrible power, is my greatest regret. I was blinded by my own ambition, and could not see the danger it posed to the world.
I deeply am ashamed that I cannot bring myself to purge all the despicable knowledge that I have obtained within these walls, for the information is too great a risk to ever be passed onto another. It could lead to the collapse of entire civilizations and plunge the world into literal darkness. Despite this, I am unable to destroy it, I spent my life working to obtain it, and I wish it to remain with me so my legacy may be preserved.
I beg for when my body finally rots away, the Celestial Sigil will remain in my chambers, forgotten and unused. No one is safe with its knowledge, and it must die with me. So I have doomed myself to spending an eternity protecting the same object I spent my whole life uncovering, Wandering my own grave haunted by the memories of my fading past and memory of my sins.
I only have time to regret and reflect, with my mind often wondering how the world may have changed since I made contact with it so many years ago. My soul collectors, still active to this day, are a testament to the danger of the arcane knowledge I possess. The last of my hourglasses have broken potentially hundreds of years ago but with an ageless body, time seems meaningless. I do wonder how long it will be until people forget about me, or if they already have and I have been wandering these halls for no reason.

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