Creation, or at least Sapience so far:

In the last few weeks, I've been approached about a few cases of fatigue, often due to restless and broken sleep and recurring dreams, as well as a sense of the world seeming muted in color and spirit. Dulled, less vibrant: like food without spice, meat without salt.

Given the nature of the dreams I have had described to me, a main feature being that the colour is draining from the world as the dreamer sees it, and the desperation to escape this encroaching leach of all that is hued, I am left to conclude that the loss of Lady Omei is not simply being felt in the mourning hearts of Her Court, but also the strands of Creation's tapestry.

As a physician, there is little I can do for this as a physical malady, beyond suggesting rest, travel, and engagement with colour and light. As an adventurer and scientist, I believe that Her touch, though the world's colours recoiled briefly as She was lost, has not fully vanished from this world. As it stands...we still have colour. We still dream, we still have nightmares, all faded somewhat, but present. Her Essence is not fully gone: as Shadow returned to balance our world, so too will She, in another form, in another way, ever-shifting and new, to bring the colour back to our world.

In the meantime, therefore, I ask this of you all:

If you are experiencing this, please come see me in Esterport, regardless of your affiliation. I will do what I can for you, so long as it's understood that I can only tend to symptoms, not the true cause of the problem. Do know that you are not alone, and that this is not simply a personal delusion.

Find joy in the world. Keep your spirits high, shout in delight and laugh without reservation. Paint recklessly, make messes and admire their beauty, take a long walk and admire the tiny marvels of the world. Remember what you long to do, what you hope for, what existing is worth to you.

There is a lot in Creation to admire, to cherish, to be curious about. If we cannot find the colour in the world, we must make it ourselves: if not by our own hands, then by Her memory's persistence.

Happy Yipmas, Joyous Dragonnukah, Merry Maevemas, and to all else that brings you delight.



Dr Pietre Marcelli

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 13th of Ios, in the year 1 AC.