Nemesis.
Never before have I had such a difficult module, considering the short time that I was in here. All the theories don't hold anymore. The old school way of studying is banished my dear readers. Even if you study, get ready to fail. That's the beauty of linguistics. And I'm bashing my head over it. Apparently last semester was a fluke.

Darkness.
Somehow a little bit of that darkness, ever so gleeful and menacing, has appeared again. The cauldron has but been still for far too long, and it needs a respite from the cold simmering heat. Thoughts have again drifted and my mind seems to be imploding. Elevate me from this painless suffering please...

Enough said.

Your servant
Aristocrat