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Today was supposed to feel relieving. This morning, I woke up knowing we would finally leave Yggdra soon. The Caravan Master decided we would travel east toward the nearest harbor city and return to Port Roderick by merchant vessel instead of taking the full overland route. With the caravan, the goods, and the profit from the Voidscale negotiation, sea travel would apparently save both time and cost. Yesterday, I attempted to joke with Ryn. Or at least I think that was my intention. I told her fifty percent of the Voidscale profits should belong to me since the negotiation only succeeded because of what happened to me. To my surprise, she agreed. She opened a heavy chest filled with gold bars marked by the symbol of the white fox mask. The sight alone nearly made me sick. Ryn said I could take as much as I wanted. That I deserved it. In the end, I took nothing. The mask inside my satchel already weighed enough. Even seeing the fox insignia stamped into the gold made my stom...

This morning, Ryn came to my room unexpectedly. She asked me to accompany her to The Moonthread Bazaar. Honestly, I wanted to refuse. Even after ten days, Lunaveil still made my skin feel tight somehow. But Ryn said we only had two days left before departure, and she needed to inspect market prices before leaving the city. So eventually, with considerable reluctance, I agreed. We walked together through Lunaveil beneath drifting silk banners and pale morning mist. Every Moonfen Sister who saw me stopped briefly to bow. Some only lowered their heads slightly. Others bent deeply enough to make me uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Ryn clearly noticed. But she said nothing. Only continued walking beside me at a slightly slower pace than usual. The Moonthread Bazaar was as beautiful as ever. Soft fabrics. Warm lantern light. Perfume. Gentle voices. Everything still looked exactly the same. But now the beauty felt hollow somehow. Or perhaps I was the hollow one. I followed Ryn w...

Sondre came to see me this morning. Not the Caravan Master. Just Sondre. He entered quietly while I was still staring at the fox mask on the table. For a moment neither of us spoke. Then he told me something I wish he had never said. He said the mask now belongs to me. No. Worse. He said it is now part of me. I asked him what that meant. Sondre answered calmly, as if discussing weather. He said I would age far slower than ordinary humans now. He admitted he did not know how much slower. Only that it would happen. Then he added another thing. Something somehow even worse. He said with this mask in my possession, every Moonfen Sister in the world would show me respect. He spoke as though this was a blessing. A reward. Something valuable. And suddenly— Something inside me snapped. I shouted at him. Loud enough my throat still hurts now while writing this. “If this is true then what am I now?!” Before I even realized it, my hand had already grabbed the nearest object beside me....

It has been almost ten days since I returned from beneath the World Tree. Ten days since I witnessed something I still cannot fully arrange into human understanding. Everything since then has felt distant. Muted. Like waking from a nightmare only to realize the nightmare left physical evidence behind. Because the white fox mask is still here. Resting on the table beside the bed. Proof. I considered throwing it away many times. Burning it. Leaving it somewhere far from me. But every time I thought about doing so, another thought followed immediately after: If I discard it… Then everything I endured beneath Yggdra becomes meaningless. And somehow that felt worse. So the mask remained. Watching silently from the table while I locked myself inside this room for ten straight days. Ryn visited every day. Usually only briefly. She brought food. Tea. Sometimes fresh clothes. She never pressured me to speak. Never forced conversation. Only asked softly if I was alright. And every da...

I followed The First Veil without resistance. Not because I lacked fear. But because fear itself had somehow become distant. Everything around her felt inevitable. Before leaving the audience chamber, I glanced once toward Ryn. She gave me a small nod. Then forced a smile I immediately recognized as false. It hurt to see. A moment later she turned away and exited alongside several Moonfen Sisters. And somehow… That felt worse than if she had tried to stop this. The First Veil guided me through a descending corridor deep beneath the roots of Yggdra. The deeper we walked, the warmer the air became. Not physically warm. Alive warm. Like moving deeper into the body of something sleeping. The walls themselves seemed to pulse faintly beneath the pale light. I remember hearing distant sounds during that walk. Not voices. Something softer. Almost like breathing through wood. The First Veil spoke to me several times in Common Tongue during our descent. Her voice reminded me of my mo...

I will explain this as carefully as I can. Not because I wish to hide details. But because I genuinely do not know what truly happened inside that room. Even now, I am unsure where memory ends and instinct begins. Being inside the audience chamber of the Veilroot Sanctum was the strangest experience of my life. No. That sentence still feels too small. It was not simply strange. It was invasive. Not physically. Existentially. The moment The First Veil adjusted her posture slightly upon the throne of roots, my body reacted before thought could form. I lowered my head instinctively. So did the others. Not politely. Not formally. Lower. Far lower. For one horrifying second, I realized I had almost knelt completely. Almost worshipped. Ryn cleared her throat softly. The sound snapped through the room like a blade through silk. I froze. So did the others. I think we all realized at the same moment what we had almost done. Only Ryn had remained upright. Calm. Controlled. Though now...

I do not think I can write all of this in one journal entry. Even now, five days after everything that happened beneath the World Tree, my thoughts still feel… disordered. There are moments I remember too clearly. And others my mind seems unwilling to touch. Even writing this now makes my stomach twist. Perhaps that is why I should write it before memory softens it into something easier. We were brought deeper into Yggdra. Far deeper than the districts meant for travelers. The deeper we walked, the quieter the city became. Not empty. Never empty. Only restrained. As though sound itself understood where it was allowed to exist. The fog thickened around us. The buildings became larger. Older. Their elegance no longer felt welcoming. Only precise. The Moonfen Sisters guiding us spoke softly among themselves in their own language. I could not understand a single word. But I understood enough to realize it was not a language meant for outsiders. Ryn answered them fluently. That ...

The journey through The Path of Veils was not particularly long. And yet— it felt endless. The deeper we walked, the less distance seemed to matter. The gates repeated endlessly through white fog. Red pillars. White petals. Silver trees. Again. Again. Again. At some point, I stopped feeling as though we were approaching somewhere. It began feeling more like the world behind us was slowly disappearing instead. Nobody spoke much. Even I found myself unable to break the silence. Not because conversation was forbidden. But because the atmosphere itself seemed to resist unnecessary sound. The path demanded quiet naturally. Like entering a sacred hall too vast for ordinary voices. Then finally— the fog ahead thickened completely. For several moments, I could see nothing at all. And then— the mist parted. Yggdra appeared before us. I stopped walking immediately. The city did not look real. It looked remembered. Elegant wooden structures stretched across a wide sacred valley surrou...

Today, we finally departed for Yggdra. According to Caravan Master, the main caravan group that left from The Sleeping Goat Inn had already arrived several days earlier. We would reunite with them beyond the final approach. The place was called The Path of Veils. No wagons were permitted there. No horses. No men. Everything stopped before the entrance. Beyond that point, only women were allowed to continue toward Yggdra itself. The moment I first saw the path, I understood immediately why people spoke about it differently. Not with excitement. Not with fear. With caution. The entrance resembled a corridor built between worlds. Tall faded-red gates stretched endlessly forward into white fog, each larger than the last. The deeper the path disappeared into mist, the more sacred everything began to feel. Ancient silver-barked trees curved overhead, their branches intertwining like protective hands above the road. Small white petals drifted slowly through the air, gathering soft...

The next morning, I woke up in an unusually good mood. The kind of happiness that remains quietly inside the body even after waking. For several moments, I simply stared at the ceiling while remembering the warmth of lantern light, fragrant tea, soft music, impossible conversations, and games of Go that somehow stole nearly all my money. Eventually I checked my coin pouch. Almost empty. And yet— I smiled. Not because losing money felt good. But because somehow the happiness itself had not fully disappeared yet. After thinking quietly for a while, I finally opened the hidden pocket sewn into the inner lining of my robe. A secret emergency reserve. I had not touched it for seven months. Carefully, I loosened the stitching and removed ten gold coins. Not a fortune. But not insignificant either. Ten silver could rent a simple room. Twenty silver could secure a genuinely comfortable inn. My favorite roasted beef cost eight silver. But none of that mattered right now. This was cl...

On our first evening in Lunaveil, I witnessed something that initially made no sense to me. Several members of the caravan’s core crew separated their gold coins into two pouches. One large. One small. The larger pouch was entrusted to Ryn. I watched this happen in complete confusion. At first, I assumed Lunaveil had an unusually high theft rate. But that explanation immediately felt absurd. Nothing about this city resembled desperation. The streets were too clean. The smiles too relaxed. The atmosphere too soft. And the crew themselves did not look afraid. They looked excited. I eventually asked one of them what they were doing. He laughed immediately. “Preventive measures.” “Before we visit the city’s greatest attraction.” I became even more confused. When I asked where they planned to go, several of them answered almost simultaneously. “The Jade Veil House.” The name alone sounded elegant enough to make me curious. So naturally I asked the next question. “What do they of...