The words swept over him like an icy wind, and Sean, sitting by the bed, felt a chill run through his entire body.
A diary... No, this was not a diary. It was an "annual record."
An immense sorrow rising from the depths of his soul spread through him. For a moment, Sean could not tell whether he was moved by what he had read, or whether the Sean Wallerup who had once lived through all this was grieving.
He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself before continuing.
But the Sean in the diary seemed to have already fallen into profound despair.
"I have been criticized and praised more than once—what an arrogant fellow. I never cared, but deep down, I truly am proud. And for the first time, I am this... despairing..."
"So pathetic, so laughable... a complete and utter failure..."
The handwriting was crooked, and the surface of the parchment was even scratched. Half of the page was darker in color, with large water stains that had not faded away still vaguely visible.
"The sixty-first day... no, the sixty-first year."
"Self-pity is useless. Those emotions trying to defeat me only want to drag me into a swamp I cannot escape. I have to pull myself together..."
"One day in heaven, one year on earth—this was my first thought, but I quickly rejected it."
"I can confirm that time flows at the same rate in Avalon as it does outside. And there is something else I can confirm: when my sense of time became somewhat blurred, I asked Dorniya to remind me of the time—Dorniya did not deceive me, nor did she deliberately mislead me."
"Only then did I realize something terrifying... In Dorniya's eyes, one of my days was one year."
"I do not