Wizardposting III

III

This morn, I woke up to the sounds of my quill scratching at the pages of my journal, and by the Maker, it had recorded the events of my dream perfectly. My experiments and studies have brought me to this point, and...Observer, I'm excited. With this new experiment going so well, I have great plans for this.

However, one thing still troubles me. Where was I? And to whom was I speaking? But, alas. That's to figure out another time! For now, I need to recharge my crystals...ah, and my quill and ink. Observer, I am quite excited that you are experiencing this with me, honestly.

Tonight, I will not be doing the experiment again-- 'tis too soon. I have indeed slept, but my energy, it feels zapped. Half-drained. I do this enough, my energy will either be completely depleted, or it will build a tolerance. This is a hypothesis I shall run another time. For now, I sit. I ponder my orb. And summon a hot cup of tea.