Larksong Grotto nigredo

Nigredo; the optimal oneness of matter. Blacker than the sun's shadow, it contains everything and nothing all at once. Too young to ask who it is, what it is, what it's purpose will be...unless given time to be cultivated. From nothingness, limitless potentials may burst forth and meander and grow and collide under the watchful eye of its master. And yet, you must not be too hasty lest it spiral somewhere you cannot fathom to reach. To Khemia, it was simply the beginning. 

Now that may sound too wishy washy for an entry post (and I don't want to get too meta here) but that was what Khemia's brain was like 99% of the time. Unlike me, she was a very dedicated student.

She had arrived in the Wilds at duskfall the previous day, and had already begun the construction of a base of operations. It may be nothing more than a humble hollow log, but to the young scholar it was all she needed for now. Making use of the high humidity levels, she had also harvested a plethora of local bulbs and roots, a few which sparked familiarity, and had set them atop the log to dry. 

In the present timeline, Khemia sat at the entrance to her loggy laboratory, one claw scratching lines carefully into the dirt.