Dear Diary: My Fourth Log / Cry for the world, it cries for you.

6, O.c.t.o.b.e.r 2005

The bell chimed as I walked in. The man I met before still donned his raincoat but served beer as if in uniform. I rejected his offer.

"It's much harder to Phase in dreams, you know." My speech was slurred - I was already drunk.

The Rain Man nodded. "It's supposed to be. These realms are owned by higher forces. Come on, Prince. You shouldn't look so glum."

My frown dropped once more. "What is this place, exactly?"

"It's most commonly known as the Boulevard of Broken Dreams."

"Isn't that a song?"

He shook his head. "It wasn't at first. This place can be anything: a bar, a speakeasy, a saloon, a tavern... Anything that floats your boat, really. What's important is what you see - not what you find. An answer can be false, you know. How you obtained the answer - there lies the truth!" He was drying the mugs now. They weren't dirty in the first place. "I'm glad."

"About what?"

"You're mastering some of its powers. This way, you can complete your destiny."

"Why should I?" My frown turned into a line. A scowl starts hurting after a time. "You're not who I thought you were. Why should I stop the F.E.A.R.S.?"

He was at the door in a moment, without any movement. "Those you wish to repay also want this. They just don't believe in you humans enough to get their own scions. Plus, you are unique in your own right. You're human for now. That doesn't mean you can't be something greater. They chose you, after all."

With that, he left... A phantom...

Bless Me, Raven Queen.

Dear Diary: My Third Log / Time reaches never, always reaches now.

15, S.e.p.t.e.m.b.e.r 2005

I walked down the misty street. I had Phased enough for a time. This new watch of mine, a gift from the box, did not allow me to enjoy a stroll with its unique power. The mist curled and changed. I felt a coldness in the air. The wind whispered to me, "Do not seek to unnerve us, friend. We are not your enemies."

The fog lifted. The store I wished to enter had been levelled to the ground. My breath turned into rust. The sky was red as blood. A poster was upon the ground, faded and torn from many years of negligence. The year was 2011. The poster said, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return."

The mist enveloped me. I lay floating upon a black sea. The ringing of bells filled my ears. "Even time cannot kill mortality for time itself is mortal." Lightning struck the water. With it, I dispersed.

I finally arrived at the right store. Within, music granted me a hint to my condition. The rainy street now made sense.

'Don't know where it goes but it's home to me and I walk alone...'

Bless me, Raven Queen.