I think I will be able to finish off my current project by tomorrow, just barely.

Par and his soldiers left today. They are going to try and conquer the nearest city state, and I am almost certain they will succeed. If it wasn’t for my capture they would have won already.

My dad’s old partner, whose name I have yet to learn, teleported into Pearlhold today. Now they are recovering from a bad case of teleportation sickness and have decided to sleep it off. Unfortunately, there isn’t much I can do to fix teleportation sickness as it isn’t really physiological.

Azrezel and I have started changing the structure of the brains. Like everything else with this project, we have no idea what we are doing. This is so far outside of either of our normal everyday scope of practice that very little of what we know is relevant here. That isn’t to say we didn’t make progress, we did, but we have no idea why we made the progress that we did. It is easy to figure out if something is an improvement, but there is no way we could figure out why. And it is frustrating, because if we could figure out why something is an improvement then we could make progress so much faster. It’s like my first time every manipulating plants under my mother’s guidance all over again, only a lot harder because there is no one that understands this better than the two of us, possibly anywhere. There is no one we can ask for help.

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Pearlhold is cleaner now, a lot cleaner. There is no more trash in the street, the outside of people’s homes are clean, I don’t care so much about the insides, and people are visibly more confident walking down the street, though overall health hasn’t improved much.

Other than that I spent most of my free time hanging out with Tiddol. Her project is starting to take shape. It has grown a pair of arms and legs at least. When I asked if she was trying to make a clockwork person she said ‘about time you guessed it’. When I asked about what inspired her she said she was jealous of me being able to make new species left and right and wanted to try making something herself. I’m not really sure what to make of that, but if there is anywhere in the world that she could pull that off it would be right here, in my forest, under the watchful eye of the hand of the world. I wish her luck in her endeavor.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.