August 2, 1979
As if galaxy-threatening artifacts, ancient pacts, and Jonkins Patterns appearing overnight were not enough! A short-sighted doppelganger of mine, driven mad no doubt by the staggering pressures to which he exposed himself, daily, has been upon a terrible rampage.
Stepping through the Mirror of Shalzum revealed a world which bears not repeating here; after all, it was like that of my origin up until the salient point of divergence – when my enfant terrible decoded to reverse the Rite of Juniper, bringing the Age of Sleepers to a stunning end. With their long-standing oaths shattered, one can imagine the state that the brawynae were in.
Left with no other choice, I uprooted that poor, unfortunate world’s Imperium Root and did what could be done to record its death throes.
Lest I be accused in future years of outright adventurism or filibustering against the interest of a reflected cosmology, there is a lesson here: know thineself as well as how close to the brink of spiraling destruction each one of our feeble minds rests. To put it more succinctly, albeit in the vernacular of this town: you’re just one bad day from chaos, friend.
(Source: The private journal of Dr. Orlando Laswell)