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Guide

Let me tell you a little bit more about the unlucky woman.
Her wealthy husband ultimately passed, and her next partner
also followed him into death. When I looked into the matter,
I found the cause to be intercourse. Her husband had been
so turned off at the sight of the hideous talisman that he
asked her to remove it, and her following partner met the
exact same fate for the exact same reason.

To let go a life-saving ward for momentary pleasure?
It is all too predictable—and unfortunate.

"A Decayed Note"

Soon the unlucky woman met a wealthy, kind, and wonderful
man, and used the talisman exactly as I instructed her.
Their love deepened through their courtship, and when they
were finally wed, the man remained alive and in good health.
So long as she kept the talisman on her, she was free from
her dreadful fate and could live happily ever after.
In my delight, I decided to watch over them.

"A Decayed Note"

There was once an unlucky woman whose romantic partners
always perished, no matter what sort of person she loved.
There was nothing wrong with her personality, her behavior,
or her environment—she was simply the subject of a terrible
fate. "Use this ward," I said as I handed over a talisman.
"It will protect you and your loved ones. But beware,
for if it ever leaves your side, even by one millimeter,
the effects will wear off immediately."

"A Decayed Note"

I decided to visit a certain human—an earnest
and diligent farmer. I was so moved by his passion
that I gifted him soil blessed by the god of the harvest.
Though it is guaranteed to produce a fine crop,
he must only use one pinch per year.
And with that word of caution, I departed.

"From a Weathered Tome"

The next year, the farmer's fields withered, and he neglected
my warning and scattered the soil everywhere.
Though he was now a ruined man,
I was satisfied—for this was the outcome I wanted.
I care not for the dreams of humans,
and despite his ugliness, I found him more beautiful than any jewel.
I will never tire of looking at him.

"From a Weathered Tome"

The farmer heeded my warning and used but a pinch. Overnight,
the seedlings grew into a magnificent crop many times
greater than normal. It was regarded as a miracle,
and a great deal of money soon came to line the farmer's pockets.
I, of course, was happy so long as the farmer lived a bountiful life.

"From a Weathered Tome"

Why do humans call both a distant future they crave and the
inconsequential images they see while sleeping "dreams"?
Is it because the future is also a trivial, elusive mirage?

I'm not quite certain how humans understand time, but idly
entrusting their fates to it is simply abandoning destiny.

"A Strange Tattered Document"

"Hope" is often used similarly to "dreams." It is a foolish thing, little
more than a wish with a fancy name. Occasionally, however, I see
a phenomenon where humans' emotional control greatly changes
their expected ability.

Though this is hard for us to accept, the truth is that humans with
"hope" are quite fascinating to observe.

"A Strange Tattered Document"

I should make mention that there are many types of human dreams,
all of which seem to have an effect on reality. What humans call
"prophetic dreams" are certainly not auguries, but they are satisfied
assuming this is so.

This emotional act of inventing happy conclusions risks losing
sight of important truths.

"A Strange Tattered Document"