October 10, 22,480 B.F.P

The tapestry of revelation has unraveled further, exposing truths that sear my heart with an agony I can scarcely bear. The revelation, one that strikes like a dagger to the core, explains the enigma of Luseiru's affections and leaves me torn asunder, a soul fragmented in the wake of a painful reality.

To understand why she loves my brother, Kodron, more than me is a wound that cuts deep, a wound laced with the poison of understanding. I have come to learn that her heart's inclination toward him is not borne of a simple choice, but rather a refuge from a nightmarish past. Her history, a dark chapter that unfolds in hues of horror, bears the weight of unspeakable acts committed by her own father against her.

The realization that her father was a monster in disguise, a man who perpetuated unspeakable abuse upon his own daughter, shatters the very foundations of my being. Each detail that has surfaced, each agonizing revelation, bears witness to a tale of cruelty that defies comprehension. The specter of abuse, the shadow of violation, looms large over her formative years, a period that should have been a sanctuary of innocence.

The ghastly truth reveals a cycle of torment that is both sickening and heartbreaking. Her father's return home became a harbinger of dread, a prelude to the unspeakable acts that would deprive her of her dignity and well-being. The impact of his abuse, I have come to understand, was so profound that it led to a pregnancy—one that culminated in tragedy, snuffing out a life before it had a chance to draw breath.

The scope of this nightmare, this clandestine hell, leaves me grappling with emotions that surge like a tempest. The fact that such horrors unfolded beneath the guise of a respected and influential politician within our kingdom rends the very fabric of my understanding. The incongruity of his public image and his private atrocities is a revelation that chills me to the bone.

As I inscribe these words, my heart is a maelstrom of grief, horror, and disbelief. The agony that courses through my veins is a testament to the fragility of innocence, the depths to which Worzien's depravity can sink, and the resilience of the Worzien spirit that emerges from the ashes of such torment. The pain I feel for Luseiru, the girl whose heart now finds refuge in the arms of my brother, is a weight I bear with a profound sorrow—a sorrow that finds its echo in the prayers that now escape my lips.

In this somber hour, where darkness and revelation converge, I am reminded that the Worzien experience is a tapestry woven with threads of light and shadow. The agony of this truth, the torment of Luseiru's past, and the struggle to comprehend such horrors, leave me yearning for solace amidst the storm of emotions that has consumed my very being.