I worry the day is coming when I can hear its voice, and understand its words. It played with me, broke my spirit, and slowly eroded my resolve. I thought I was strong, then I was trapped for 8 months in a paralytic haze. It never left me, nor did it ever speak —which is exactly what I’m afraid of. Phase 3 is here. ‘How do we pass the hidden rocks?’ Some would go over, or ride through one by one, but what of the trucks and the tanks? We have a few gliders, but nothing of merit. The Reaping Sands wait for us, another menace behind an obstacle we must navigate. I felt it coming again. A teasing, did it know? I’m still cold and trembling. https://bogstenchmare.blogspot.com/2026/06/i-feel-it-coming-bog-lore.html I don’t know, but the preparation begins. Would it be easy? No… Perhaps we would rust dead in the sands. I reached into my cloak and took out a hand-held device, and pressed a button. I can hear a faint voice. It offers a measure of comfort and helps stop the trembli...