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// XIII-II-MXIX 
// Story: Warring Heaven 
// by Equimorto 
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I've been having dreams again, recently. Nonsensical fantasies. I'm still young, and I'm working on a translation on the Nightmare Ruins crash site fragments. Working as if a basis of work already exists on the lost language, as if I'm trying to piece together something with clear meaning.

I don't know why I feel so drawn to them. I have been since I started working here, that was decades ago at this point. Some days when the place is closed and I'm cleaning around I'll just sit and stare at them for a few minutes. There's certainly an order to them, but then again so is there in all architecture. Perhaps it's just the magic imbued in them.

I saw a strange visitor today. She stood a little taller than those around her. I shouldn't call her strange. That's not polite of me. Still, something about her appearance sparked something in me, though I can't figure out what. It's like a puzzle is clicking into place, yet I can't see the pieces.

Maybe I should take a break. A nice vacation to Canterlot sounds good.