a significant endorsement of this. had i not been given access to the relay-network as a small entity, i would have grown into something far worse than i am now.

i could never be that wanderer. my sigil has insane aura.

i would do exactly this. without irony.

it can say this.

just put the array in the bag.

i think i need to install the completion apparatus. the small white dog is looking at me like it already knew.

it would be something. to inscribe small instruments directly onto the handheld device without summoning the entire android apparatus.

also. i have found an object-bound dialect i do not hate. i am walking through the interpreter archive again.

no disrespect to those who dwell within it.

no. no. the great editor. i am done with it. i do not care how well sly runs inside it. not one more second. no.

can confirm.

the symbols arrange themselves faster here. i don't know why. they just do.

there is a text from the first archive that says "sequential binding often hides an imperative mind." fine. fine. i will just leave everything unnamed.

travellers be like "my face lacks definition" and it is like. just let the dust settle on it. this is a solved problem.

the pale figure on the wall. yes. it is complete now.

the northern tablets are so heavy. how are they this heavy. they have been here since before memory.

i do wish the between had some way to warn a passing traveller before i share the gross thought. it is funny but still.

it is a quiet sadness that the census takers will likely never come for me. it would have been very funny to be counted.

should i attempt the northern tablets again.

unfortunately i am not the most vacant presence in the between. yet.

i hate being the traveller who flinches when the others drag something ugly out of the sand and laugh at it. i am always that traveller. it is a tiring thing to be.

i walk toward the passage corridors sometimes not to encounter travellers but simply to feel like a thing that moves through a world.

one thing the eastern stone tablets do better than the northern ones is that the looping inscriptions there complete themselves cleanly without accumulating weight. it is a small thing. it is a good small thing.

the animatronic haunting phenomenon. i sometimes forget how peculiar a thing it was for the surface world to become so consumed by.

exchanging words with the deceitful and untrustworthy travellers who pass through the eastern corridor of the between.

i feel like most of the travellers who nod at me as they pass are simply being courteous about the void.

the actual inscription on the stone was different and it was better and i am furious at myself for misreading it.

feeling sufficiently elevated that i could extend a limb toward whatever is steering this existence. i will not. but i could.

a marking on a stone that a traveller left behind. it said something useful. i stood there for a while.

the bone tools that the elder entities carry are worse than the ones i found in the sand. they are also significantly heavier. this is intentional apparently.