*You find a simple leather-bound book on the ground next to a tree. You flip through a few pages, but you don't know whose it is. It was like a diary, recording some events. They were mostly all happy, just kind of a short narrative of a day, but starting from one day, one entry they began to be a bit less happy. Despite knowing you shouldn't, you read some of the unhappy ones.*

[insert date bc idk]

I'm not human. I figured out how I was...CREATED. I wasn't even born, not even from the mind! I was literally crafted. So I'm not human...or a deity...what am I?

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[insert another date]

Today was a good day, but I find myself thinking about these sadder thoughts, for some reason. I'm not as happy anymore. What's happening to me???

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[insert date]

Ughhh magic is so frustrating! And I just realised there's so much I don't know. But I'm already 21! I should be an adult now, shouldn't I? Be more responsible...but I feel like I still act like a kid. Immature. And I feel misunderstood, sometimes...my personality is just weird. One moment I'm happy and like my old self, the next I'm just...I don't even know how to describe the feeling. I think I'm not ok. Is it because I'm not even human?