Journal of Prof. Frad

Field Journal:

Professor Frad

August 17th, 1929

 

I found the ruins of an ancient civilization said to transcend all modern science, amazing some of the technology in this unexplored ruin is still in working order. I don't know by what means they could do it, and I felt nothing, that their library was able to read my mind, at least I assume it is a library, and allow me to see the words of their language with what can only be described as a controlled hallucination overlaid above them in my own language.

 

Among the many rows and columns of obsidian tablets in this mausoleum of a supposed library one floating hallucinogenic word caught my attention; mainly due to flashing into other words. Gods, Deities, Divinities, Higher Beings, and so forth. I can only imagine the reason for this was due to my own mental conceptions and uncertainties of the meanings of these words causing the translation to not sit upon a single adjective.

 

So it was I picked up the obsidian tablet. This was a thing very much unlike a book, there were no pages to be turned instead as I held before me the strange object with the hallucinogenic title, it seems to activate and the title vanish. It glowed with an unearthly light, something eerie, so unnaturally, not like window yet much clearer and more vivid than any movie projection I had ever seen in my life, it puts the television completely to shame. The forms I saw moves as freely as water and air, vivid colors, before a list appeared. My searching eyes seem to be what moved the image, my inquiring mind the guide. As I came upon something simple, a list.

 

On one line it read to me "Those species regarded wholly as the divine"

 

On the next it read "Unique entities regarded as the divine"

 

I barely touched the surface of the table when a box overtook its surface, a square that is expanding outward from the center.

 

A new list appeared.

 

The Transcendental Reality Trio, and theories thereof.

 

Amara, the overseers of reality

 

Amana, the sculptors of reality

 

Amonel, the destroyers of reality

 

Manazait, those who sing existence into being

 

-how odd I found it to have two lines so soon of beings regarded as creator gods, I realized quickly that my hand had grazed the surface of the table over the letters of divine races. It must have opened a new layer of its self, even more startling the next three listings appeared only briefly in the alien tongue crudely I must imagine trying to translate into meaningful letters before shifting to familiar words-

 

Angels, the brilliance of heaven

 

Demons, the holders of malevolence

 

Celestials, the watchers and shifters of the present state.

 

-the meanings of these are lost to me, one must assume the original meanings are only close, conceptually, to what I imagine these words to mean, or is influenced by own upbringing and education in some way.-

 

I realized fairly quickly the previous layer was being indicated with a tiny square at the corner, a tiny version of it there. I pressed this space and the previous layer returned. Here I dained to touch the next listing, the unique entities regarded as the divine. A long list of names.

 

Rokonaka, the Architect

 

Chaykonaka, the Administrator

 

Maekonaka, the Judge

 

-and then the odd statement of "see here to open page on Transcendental Reality Trio"

 

Sai-Laeva the Sower of the Seeds of Life

 

Umbra Luminous, the Brilliance that casts a shadow of utter darkness, and the utter darkness that casts a shadow of brilliance.

 

Sahralia, the Star Killer

 

Zanon, the Dimension Walker,

 

-as my eyes searched the list moved, words vanishing beyond the top of the tablet somehow as new words were born at the base-

 

Ohraltus, the devourer

 

-not even a real word, yet invented somehow to something that would be understandable to my

human mind-

 

Sensar, the watcher of ships

 

Devisar, the sinker of souls and watcher of bugs

 

Daiyakisar, the eater of souls and watcher of darkness

 

Satasar, the imprisoned one

 

Biohm, the Way Bringer

 

Lisline, the Source of Life

 

Necra, the Essence of Death.

 

Namia, the Ruler of the Land of the Dead.

 

-It is then that I started to see names that were only descriptions-

 

The Devourer of worlds,

 

The Living Shadow,

 

The Dreamweaver,

 

The Mad One,

 

, and so many more, try as I might to have remembered them to write them here as good as my memory is the sheer onslaught of strange spellings and phrases was too much to comprehend. I believe my mind was causing the list to move around, as one group's names were hard for me to understand another appeared with adjectives for names, which then grouped seemingly on their own to related names given the descriptions.

As I though on how chaotic it was, the list vanished, replaced by the words, "would you like the index in alphabetical order?"

 

It knew, it was not simply a passive device of some imagining, but something that could react; perhaps even alive and intelligent. Before I could answer however the words shifted again to, "Energy Low, Now Entering Sleep Mode, Please place on Recharger." and the tablet returned to its natural black, clearly none glowing and none living state. These words perplex me even now. In this instant the ground began to shake and I suddenly had this horrifying feeling of dread. The hairs stood on end on the back of my neck, and even as never before on my face. The walls began to hum like a thousand angry insects and a strange wind blow from nowhere in this underground place. I fled, the tablet in hand as quick as I could from the ruins, through the tunnel I myself had dug to secure this archaeological site for myself. Despite the fact I had found this spot, dug down as deep as I had and forward as far as I had more for fun than anything having procured a map from strange woman titled, "The Library of Atlantis". Trust me when I say I was actually astonished to find what I did.

 

Unfortunately no sooner had I exited the tunnel; prize in hand, then a massive torrent water shot through the tunnel like a bullet, collapsing the tunnel on top of its self in the process. The only sign of where I was a quickly forming pond as the ground gave way to the moved earth, indenting to form a perfect crevice for a pond.

Journal:

 

Prof Frad

September 13th, 1929

I had returned to England with the black obsidian tablet I found in that forsaken desert. I had been unable to find the woman who sold me the map in the first place, and no one seemed to know what I was talking about, taking me for a foolish tourist taken in by an obvious scam of a map. Here in my motherland however I was better received by my, shall we say select group of colleagues over my find. The tablet is not obsidian, we have no idea what material it is made of; and given my encounter reluctant to try anything that may damage it, if even we would could given it has survived for countless ages deep in the ground. I place it now in my private collection in the hopes I may find something else along my journeys to help me.