[Daily entries continue with mundane activities, but as short as they are at times, not a single day is missed. ]
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Dear Brother,
The Wings assured me that I was not sick. They told me that my use of Ambrosia was within the limits, especially for the Caste of Hands. My examination was clean. My hands, my face, nothing abnormal - nothing that would even begin to hint that Blight was setting in. Why are they getting worse, Little Bug?
I could not sleep at all last night. Instead, I watched you chase the tail of the Sol, trying to read what you had left behind in the sky. I am seeing a book that I have already memorized, Brother. What am I missing? What do I need to do to make them stop?
One of them tried to speak last night. I could not piece together all it was trying to say, but I heard the word ‘story.’
I hope it is not wanting to tuck me in at night, because it is doing a poor job of showing it.
More Soon,
Xhoya