I recall faintly when Dongrang would read aloud stories designed for the youth to his gold-toned calf. Oft would he be interrupted by members of the league, and curiously, he refused to ever pick back up a book he could not have read to completion in front of the calf.

784,000 ahn.

I have lost 78,400 of my personal Ahn to Rodion overnight. As a recourse to the substantial damages, I am requesting someone of equal aptitude to fight and reclaim that ahn, in exchange for a split on my return.

Recently, the Manager has been experimenting with deployment in irregular means. Despite my lack of strength, I was to engage in combat, on my own, without an identity equipped throughout the entire mirror dungeon. I have yet to file my complaints, mostly because I am unsure on the intention held.

It appears Limbus Company has found it most efficient to provide us with Sporks, as they are labeled, in opposition to standard cutlery. I am curious as to if this is reflecting a change in the economic standard of Limbus Company or a step towards modernity with more profound tools.

When it comes to romantic relations, I find myself equally infatuated with both genders, although I do not experience them often. My view on the complex nature of love is that every being carries the aspect of love somewhere within them, and cannot be entirely unlovable.

I am fond of the communal nature of both crows and seagulls. I have also had limited interaction with both, so I may hold bias.

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It is not abnormal, but rather what is most ideal for myself. Are you in your own ideal self, or do you need to seek out your wings, as well? That is all.

Vergilius has begun his more paternal affair with Charon once again, yet Mephistopheles is still in motion. Who is the one at the seat of the wheel?

I've embarrassed myself in a most unideal manner this dawn. Whilst opening one of Mephistopheles' many doors, one refused to complete its full range of motion, causing my temple to strike roughly against it in my haste. I must concur, these doors are far too hefty at times.

🌑 Good morning, good evening and goodnight everyone! My name is Eclipse, the humble owner of this here workshop, and while we may have just opened our doors, and so there are still things to finish, please send any requests to bloodmoonworkshop.straw.page I'll be seeing you all soon, I hope.

Oft do I wish to participate in our leagues encounters, and though I am offered my identities, I can never quite recollect the happenings of when I am deployed amongst Sinner Ryoshu. I worry I am going to lack context upon the turning back of the clock.

It may seem a momentarily abrupt, but know that the phone was not collected in dawn, but dusk, and that I should lay my head and slip to unconciousness. It may be early yet in the story, though ideally the body needs rest with the mind. I will awake to you all shortly.

As the opportunity would hold, this device is home to a secondary application. A community fosters within, and there is still space for many to develop, too. How ideal it is, to thrive amongst companions. discord.gg/Rp8PzBFhp

I seem to have, by happenstance, occurred upon this device, almost book-like in design on the casing, whilst in the process of returning to Mephistopheles. I pray that within your hearts you will treat me well, and to help me find my wings.