I’m saddened. I’ve done everything I could but the fissures threaten the lives of many beings. The Balamud Fortified Temple is somehow intact. The Long North Wall behind it seems to be a magical barrier. I don’t understand its significance but outside its border, our world is crumbing. I fear the erosion will become severe from the south and all that will be left is a wall in an absolute void. The wall has been there since the beginning of our time. We do not know who built it and why it was built. Are we trapped? Doomed to watch all fall out of existence? I sincerely hope not!

My name is Icelus. It is derived from an ancient history from a time before our time. In this mythology, he is the son of Hypnos; and as part of the Oneiroi, his brother is Morpheus and his sister is Phoebe. This Icelus dwells in a castle of ivory, thought to be the place that brings about false dreams. With such an etymology, I use to take it too personally that my Author would think I am destined to deceive him; to corrupt his Imagi Nation. I do everything in my powers to keep this nation alive, and will continue to do so for as long as I can.

However, I choose my words carefully. I cannot begin to comment on the disappointment I feel towards the Author. He is my creator, my author, but he isn’t a god. A god would not neglect his world, would not let it deteriorate. A proper god would care for his creations and would not let them suffer. He created us first, and I will not let him forget that. I know he has created other worlds, prosperous and joyous. Why must we be idle? Why must we be forced to relive our brief tortured histories forever?

Purgatory: for what seems like eternity, we go through the same motions. Lady Amanda finally usurps the Baron Zagreus, however her reign cannot begin without her marriage to Prince Hexum. Hexum is supposed to be imprisoned by the bitter former Emperor Supreme of Imagi, but he still holds a lot of power through powerful allies. It created a situation where Suitorehve, the capital, is the only city with modern technology. While the rest of the nation is trapped in a desperate despot reign. The Baron has a manor in the south, but even the Author himself has not precisely located his manor. How do you not know how to find a massive dwelling fit for a former Emperor? If confounds us that such a place should exist, but none of us can find it! How careless is that, that a tyrant we just managed to dispatch is hiding in a luxurious unseen manor, plotting to rule Imagi-Nation once again with an iron fist?

When the Author feels like it, he comes back to his early creations. He stirs us momentarily, and we are overjoyed he sees and cares for us again, but most times the Author creates new perils. Emru was the last straw.

Emru is a demi-goddess, she is much too powerful to defeat. Thanks to the Author’s ingenious inertia, we have no clue how to do so. We managed to contain her; keep her far away, but as our nation is shrinking, her blind destruction is reducing our numbers. The lizard-men used to be strong supporters of the Maiden of Imagi’s quest for the throne; now they are but a handful, cowering in caves to escape total annihilation. I sincerely hope Emru is not an agent created to destroy us from within. If only there was a way to cross to the other side, to gain an audience with my Author.

Poor Rosenthorn, my once wise dragon friend is nothing but a frightened creature, tormented by the loss of his mate. I did not personally see her, I cannot ascertain if she really existed or if the poor dragon imagined her to occupy his lonely life. His nest did indeed crumble away. Does Rosy possess arcane powers able to create himself a mate? Was she erased because she didn’t exist in the Author’s world? Or is my dragon friend delusional? Did he attempt to create something in his mind so real to him; you can’t deny he speaks the truth when he speaks about his mate Celeste?