Journal Entry 14

Journal Entry 14

Day XX

Year XXXX

There was once a time throughout several millenniums that I have feared humans themselves because of their greed and madness. It was only when I was told that my existence causes their evilness that I became fearful of myself.

And as for humans, I pitied them.

They were weak, fragile, and mortal. Their value fluctuate according to their morals and beliefs.

Virtues, at times, become holy and then beautiful and then forgotten.

But all the same, they are driven by what their hearts are saying.

Throughout a man's whole life, he or she experiences pain and were left with wounds as they rot beneath the earth.

And soon, the living that was always temporary walks upon them and later on joins them. It was truly… pitiful.

I don't often stay in one human and observe, so it felt like I still don't know much about them.

I heard that some gods experience each one of their stories individually and know exactly what they are thinking. That's scary, in a way.

I could only experience humans collectively.

And I do it underneath a frightened heart.

In the Glowglass Woodland, I made a botanical garden made of a pretty luminescent material with a bent and unique property. It's where humans can pause from being pitiful and have a great, great time healing the wounds before their deaths.