Regardless, Etsu nodded her head and turned around in the chair, once again sitting with her her chest against the backrest. She handed her notes off to Eld and made it a point to watch his face. She was, in part, trying to gauge his reaction. See if he was happy with her work.
The first page contained her first sketched out notes. These were now less problematic to read, as she'd since scratched that whole scribble mess out and rewrote it all legibly.
This text is your first warning. You are curious. You think you need to know. But in your pursuit of knowledge, you will forget the consequences of your actions. If you open the grave of memories, there will be no turning back. You will dredge up conflicts best left unresolved. You push the world into Repeat, and by this you will perish. You will become a figment, and the world shall forget you. But if this was a fault not of your own—if the world has cycled into a Repeat by another’s hand—then attempt now to calm yourself and plan for your coming hardships.
The next two pages contained the rest of her notes. These were also legible, and it appeared that the same thing happened: she'd encountered a few errors during the first drafting process, scratched them out, fixed it up, and scratched it all out to rewrite it legibly at the bottom of the page.
Firstly, you must know this: the ghosts demand remembrance. If the grave of memories has already been opened, the suffering of the past will relive in the present. The ghosts will return in kind. Second, and worst, is that Repeats perpetuate by the hands of gods. The temptation for power will come. It will make tasks vastly simpler, but that is the path of gods. That will fix nothing. It is only the hands of man that can put a stop to a Repeat in cycle.
The ghosts can end nothing. They will haunt those that opened their grave until they, and their host, are forgotten. They will sink into the Unreal, and once more they will fragment, lose hold of their reality, and shall wait once more for the same Repeat that bore them before to rekindle their memory and existence, and again they shall be forgotten and their reality revoked. That is the true tragedy of this Repeat.
The ghosts can end nothing. They will haunt those that opened their grave until they, and their host, are forgotten. They will sink into the Unreal, and once more they will fragment, lose hold of their reality, and shall wait once more for the same Repeat that bore them before to rekindle their memory and existence, and again they shall be forgotten and their reality revoked. That is the true tragedy of this Repeat.