Notes: Final Words

This is the seventeenth attempt. And the last one.

I followed the records and created the shrines in the forest. Countless times I've cut my fingers and moistened the snow with my blood just to hear Him breathe.

I thought His eyes are still searching for a way home behind the gossamer veil.

But there is nothing. I can't sense anything...

I am so old that my sight is failing ... I want to leave. The shrines, the runes, and the rituals... I no longer have the strength to sustain them.

If anyone were to discover my notes, please do not scoff at my weakness. At least I could steal a last glance of Myrkwood and Wintertooth Mountains ... before I went completely blind.