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Confession of Orestes posted:

My forces are decreasing. I fear that the sacred mission that your Most Illustrious has entrusted to me is beyond our abilities. The others are mistaken: if the answer were so easily found, I would not have ventured into this place, crossing the boundaries of the flesh. My time, limited as it already was, has not been enough to unravel the unfathomable mysteries of this dream kingdom. This land that my ignorance and pride have turned into my grave.

I find consolation in knowing that the mask will remain with me, thus eluding ungodly hands in the same way that the answers I sought have managed to elude my useless scrutiny.

Lore posted:

And what could we do, a crowd of plain and profane healers, blind to the vague wills of the Miracle? Pray, begging for its forgiveness? What would our sacrifice have to be for our prayers to be heard? At the mercy of the Miracle was that young man, and at the mercy of the Miracle were left the rest of us with him.