Pure, unadulterated Knowledge.

This is My Sister's realm. The one that I trespassed into. I thought to
give My loyal wolves a gift, the gift of History. Such a small thing,
She would never notice.

And She didn't.

Now My mind and body are being torn apart by the sheer power of what I
found there. What I touched. I will die unless someone can stop the
splitting. I will -die-.

My Sister said She would help Me.

Help. I need help. I regret entering Her realm, I regret taking what was
Hers. Forgive Me, My Sister. Forgive Me. Please Make this stop.

Fix Me.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Khepary, in the year 353 MA.