i am haunted by figures of what i hesitate to call myself. painful memories enter my head left by monstrous echoes of my inevitable fate. in my hand are notes i did not write, maps i did not draw. and yet above all, one word echoes through my head.
yep, saving right after gathering materials and then making potions and reloading to jot down the combinations without wasting materials. i decided that this is echoes of unfortunate futures leaving notes in what looks to be your own handwriting.