The [grey nothing] is making the [hounds? Hounds / Giela of Perdition, same iconography as the old Terellian texts, could be a joking title?] restless. They pace, and [sing / weep / whine? Actual canines? Check the Six Species Zoological Index for animal types believed to have been brought off Earth, making note of live organisms vs. gene stock and embryos], and create [noxious / biohazard / blasphemy] of the most unthinkable intensity. I need to consult [strong machine] about their diet. If she can feed me, surely she can feed them.
In contrast, [the pallid babe / child … serpent? Wyrm? Last Days icon for the apocalyptic Conquest – the symbols here suggest killer, and offspring of killer, and scion of great monsters] seems soothed by the [grey nothing]. She sleeps, and feeds, and only [cries / hisses / blossoms?] when we enter the [black nothing / real space]. Unfortunately, her [wrath] only serves to distress the [hounds] further. Their protective impulse is heightened when she is in [distress / rage], so there is no time when we have peace from the two [fools / villains – this reminds me of a narrative device used in some old plays, these could just be mirrors of soliloquy].
To take my mind off the noise, I offer to these pages a full accounting of our [crimes / deeds, seems to flip between heroism and villainy arbitrarily] on [the world that is no more – Earth?].
In [sand, fire, spiders / snakes, the context implies a planet or landmass on a planet, maybe the origin of Gund alphabet? Could also be a more artistic reference to perdition or damnation, a Hell from which the creatures escaped?], I walked with [Arch-destructor, placeholder icon Oræl, cross-check this against the ballads / Oræl Rides to War, Larouchel may have been onto something(!)] the Vengeful, together we gathered the wastrels [actual icon is like the one for person but with a gap struck through it – incomplete person? Actual misbegotten creature??] and sought the [darkness / unmaking / waters]. We joined with [Ghoan runes here, of all things – Jorg Flod? Best guess] and [pallid serpent / gorgon / wyrm / Last Days icon for the apocalyptic Spite] and [boy / vessel of flame / Last Days icon for the apocalyptic Emptiness, this is all probably a cultural reference or even a joke that no longer translates, did the apocalyptic riders have Hell Hounds? Or is this just a bunch of friends and a pair of dogs??].
Together, and in the land of [broken minds / insane / violent, this is where there’s a strong Mygoni and maybe Old Jalahi influence, check the text fragments], we did murder on [beautiful things / higher beings / undead abominations? Undead slaves?? Sheesh, B-fly, pick a theme!].
The [stinging / burning plant] said a strange thing in my ear before I killed [it / her … some kind of prophetic vision? The burning tree of God? Or … see The Thorns of the Garden, cross-check medical journals on hallucinogenic plant toxins from the settling of Gethsemane]. [It / she] told me how to kill a man already dead. [Sad / Sorry – and then almost complete Xidh lettering, Jom? This might be a reference to the dead / alive remains of Sloane, the implication of many lives in sequence, the regrets and apologia often expressed in Sloanic verse].
It was strange, and simple, like a [eulogy in compact theria form – poem?]. Perhaps I will commit it to words here. Perhaps it is better than forgetting, when I [die / brain death / sleep or memory fades, literally the butterfly is fleeting].
You never know.