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Dragon-Shadow's Journal,PrisonDay 1
This is my first journal. I am in prison in Skyrim, with the death sentence. The guards give everyone journals, since 'they're all going to die anyway.' My cell mate is another female Argonian, like myself. She is much older than me... I wonder what she did to get in here.
My cell mate has shown me how to make a mortar and pestle out of my own scales and a rock. I have always enjoyed alchemy, and the guards here are not strict, so I've been passing the time by experimenting with the small plants and insects in our cell. I haven't discovered anything interesting yet.
My cell mate has told me much about my homeland, Argonia. I didn't get to spend much time there as a child. She's told me that children are not named by their parents but by the heavens. I wonder what reason the heavens had for naming me 'Dragon-Shadow'?
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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