3/14/18
The vultures left today in a massive, swirling cloud. The gore they left in their wake is horrific, rotting piles of boneless sludge litter the cemetery. The smell… I may have to move across town.
Still do not know whether I should return to the library, but since I drew the moon today, I have a feeling the answer will show up in my dreams.
3/15/18
Awoke breathless, darkness curled around the hospital. I dreamt that Mal and all the circus had been sent to Heaven with August. They were being tortured there. I saw Mal’s body stretched out on the wrack, angels stood at either end and turned the wheels that would eventually pull him apart.
I have to do something. I have to save him.
I drew the Eight of Swords, suggesting I feel trapped and powerless, and I do, but I’ve been given the cue to change it. So I’ve resolved to seek out the stranger in the library. Goat will come with me, he told me so.
3/16/18
Drew my card before embarking on my journey to the library and it’s given me some comfort. The Mother of Swords is someone wise and cunning, perhaps they will know how to get out of here so I can rescue Mal from Heaven. If that’s even where he is…
3/17/18
The man I met at the library claims to have built it. It’s enormous and entirely built out of stone. A castle, essentially, but on the California coast. I asked him if he knew where we were and how to get back to where we used to be. He told me that I had built a bridge here, now I needed to build one back. I asked him how.
“I’m not a bridge builder,” he said, before disappearing into the massive library.
It’s later now and I’ve drawn the Eight of Pentacles reversed, a card of craftsmanship. I’m doubting myself, that’s easy enough to see. I asked goat if he knew how to build a bridge, he’ll tell me in my dreams if he does.
