I'll try my best. It's... A very long story. And a lot of it is not... Pleasant, or easy for me to look back on, if you catch my meaning.
It started a few months ago, during the Innocent's Moon. There was a... A disease, I suppose, going around Horos. Aions seemed to be immune to the effects, but the native Horosians... They were subjected to a sort of mental affliction where they seemed to be overcome by an overwhelming and unnatural apathy. They wouldn't react to anything, they'd simply sit in one place all day and night, not caring a lick about anything that was going on around them.
Seeing as it appeared to be a contagion of some sort, we weren't entirely sure what we could actually do to help, at first. But as the month wore on and we got closer to the full moon, we...
[He hesitates.]
...I know this is going to sound utterly insane, but. We all started to have this. This dream... The same dream, of a world of endless white. And then, even stranger, once the dreams started happening... Word came through that the contagion was reaching a critical point in the city of Venera. And when we heard that... I don't know if it was the Pleroma itself guiding us, or some other sort of devilry, but. We all began to get this overwhelming hunch that, if we wanted to find answers, if we wanted to help, that was where we needed to go.
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It started a few months ago, during the Innocent's Moon. There was a... A disease, I suppose, going around Horos. Aions seemed to be immune to the effects, but the native Horosians... They were subjected to a sort of mental affliction where they seemed to be overcome by an overwhelming and unnatural apathy. They wouldn't react to anything, they'd simply sit in one place all day and night, not caring a lick about anything that was going on around them.
Seeing as it appeared to be a contagion of some sort, we weren't entirely sure what we could actually do to help, at first. But as the month wore on and we got closer to the full moon, we...
[He hesitates.]
...I know this is going to sound utterly insane, but. We all started to have this. This dream... The same dream, of a world of endless white. And then, even stranger, once the dreams started happening... Word came through that the contagion was reaching a critical point in the city of Venera. And when we heard that... I don't know if it was the Pleroma itself guiding us, or some other sort of devilry, but. We all began to get this overwhelming hunch that, if we wanted to find answers, if we wanted to help, that was where we needed to go.