Almun FaShazzad:Journal2
Calibration[edit]
Today is the fourth day of Calibration, and I have not slept in two. I dare not. I cannot, for the feeling of uneasiness that accompanies me now is overwhelming.
It all began earlier when I was monitoring the unloading of a Guild ship down at the wharf. A summer storm had swept over the port and was pouring down on us all. I remember that much. I had taken up post on top of a nearby warehouse to watch over the events when I dozed off for a bit. Nothing unusual about that, really... the moving of crates are only so interesting.
That was when the nightmare happened.
I remember it so vividly, more than I'd like to, to be sure. I was storming down the streets of some large city, in search of something, or someone. All around me were people, but they... they didn't have faces. I could see children playing, merchants bartering, travellers walking by, but they were so alien. It was if they were humans, but not. And I remember the anger. By the stars, the anger! I have been angry before, but never have I had such a rage that it felt like I had lost control of myself, like I had been enslaved by my own frenzy. It felt like a lashing serpent within my stomach, gnashing and tearing its way through me. Even writing about it makes my ill to my very soul, but I feel I must get it out, as if working my thoughts through it could be some way to purge my mind.
I don't wish to think about it, but the thought hangs on me like soaked blankets. I haven't been able to stomach food since I first awoke, and the dry heaves I still have to hold at bay. Any time I so much as lay my head back, the images come racing to the front of my mind. I've noticed my brow has been warm. Perhaps this is just a fever. I pray it will pass.
So far I have been able to hide this situation from those around me. Should this fever not break, I will have to find a discreet healer. For now, though, I keep the drinks coming. Coffee to keep me alert, and wine to settle my nerves. I hope this ends soon.
I want rest.
