The Origin died today. It happened this morning. I was the first to know because a piece of what I can only describe as his soul entered my core, it didn’t really do anything, it just sat there. I had expected the part about a piece of the soul of everything that dies in my territory to be absorbed, along with scraps of memory and knowledge, but it’s supposed to disperse into my core, not sit there, wound up into a ball.

It wasn’t until I tried to communicate with it in the same way I communicate with plants that something happened. I suddenly felt overwhelmed with knowledge, everything from the creation of certain plants to scraps of history was absorbed. Nothing really concrete, and in the brief moment that I was connected to the ball it shrunk slightly, and unfortunately most of the information absorbed during that time was lost. I’m guessing that I am going to have to meditate on the ball of soul and actively search for the information I want in order to keep it.

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The death of my species creator is a sad moment, but he left me a gift, one that I hope to take full advantage of. I hope it is happy in its next life. I’m sad that I'll never really get to know it, but not as sad as I would be had I actually known it.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.