Mynor thougs.

I'm having a crisis. I feel crumble and, feeling more hungry and thirsty. 

I'm praying to the Old Gods, still meeting with me, talking with Them. 

Recently, I discovered that there have been animals sleeping in my sanctuary. There is this greasy black water dripping in the floor, and signs of claws in the walls. 

When I walk to my home, I feel eyes around me. My enemies surround me. i feel like something is going to happen very soon. 

This is the first time I write in a very long time, this space gives me a good sensation of warm and kindness. I read a very interesting thing yesterday, on a book that I discovered in the Library of my town. This is a little text: "Si bien se tiene la concepción moderna de que nosotros, los seres humanos, descendemos de las especies similes, han habidos otros textos, mucho más antiguos, de hombres que trazan su descendencia hasta criaturas desconocidas y ya hace mucho tiempo olvidadas. Hombres con características similares a los coyotes y los murciélagos, son descritos en textos hallados en las regiones de Europa del Este, y sorprendentemente, en las regiones del Centro y Sur América". 

¿What if we really descend from old, mytical criautures? That will be very cool.