The world addressed as the “Dream World,” or “A-ɟŭkut,” is known for its diverse, vibrant, and exuberant essence, even in the darkest of places. It is known for being a desert on moment, and a vast, tall, green forest the next. It is known for its amazingly high, sharp mountains, as well as its low, wet rainforests. However, even with the ages that the world has existed... there are still places unknown to the people. Scholars of the land have hardly ever even thought about that inaccessible land to the far north and across the vast seas to the east. However, scraps of lost documents detailing these mysterious, untraveled lands, and they occurrence of eyes peering upon its words is so rare, only a handful still know of the... The Land of the Lost Souls.


Just past the “Mountain Wall” to the far, far north, past even the Province of Mountain Rock and the tundra land of Blazing Ice, there lies a land untouched by man, and his fellow humanoids. Few creatures have ever traveled to the barren stone flats, ice lands, and frozen deserts. These mysterious, sullen, grey grounds are known as the Land of the Lost Souls – at least to those who have ever set eyes upon it. The idea that there is even land beyond Mountain Rock and Blazing Ice appears to be an urban myth to the citizens and inhabitants of A-ɟŭkut. But those mountains that seem to go so high and block all view of anything beyond them... Just what are they hiding?

One curious traveler and explorer, many o’ ages ago, was determined to defy common belief and find the lost land. His journals detailed what he saw, heard, smelled, tasted, and felt, but for the most part, he was at a loss for words, or used words that didn’t make logical sense. The traveler’s name was “Anana.” His journals, after translation, will be shared. Some archaic terms, spellings, and such may be left either unchanged or un-translated for the sake of authenticity, or lack of better replacement.
Note that there are about 200 years in each Era, and the modern day is in the 43rd Year of the 26th Era. If the dates in Anana’s journal are correct, it has been about 2050 years since then.





“13th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

The team and I have found ourselves in a place no other person has been recorded being at. We seem to be the first. The air is... it’s intoxicating, thin, hard to breath, yet flows like water down a parched throat. We found a pass through some of the highest mountains in Goig’n-Brolaka [Mountain Rock], somewhere Northeast of Vwakl-Gro-Hruk – the Great and Mighty Waters.

There was simply a perfect, beautiful opening between two mountains that showed a dramatic drop into some Mas’vahtvuh [holy valleys]. The Mas’vahtvuh were perfectly flat, the land casting no shadows, and no trees or grass to be found. The land was a heavenly white, mixed with a stormy grey. The land was... sad. And dry. It appeared that there hadn’t been rainfall in quite some time.


14th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

After camping for some time at the peak of the mountain we decided to name “Massatt-Brolaka” [Heaven’s Rock], we attempted to climb and venture down the rocky, rubble sides of the mighty Mount. From the early start of forty ‘for three in the morn, to the late time of about twenty past twelve at nightfall, we managed to get halfway down Massatt-Brolaka. Luckily, we have plenty of supplies, but unluckily, we have a lot of weight to carry on our way down. This proves rather lucky. Hruhmbok already fell and managed to kill himself. We were so high that he disappeared into a tiny speck from our view past the clouds. The mountain side is so steep, we weren’t even sure if he hit anything before he was at the bottom. We can only hope none of the rest of us suffer the same fate.


15th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

I get an eerie feeling about this place. We are nearly at the bottom. We decided to take a route – a road of some sort – the rest of the way down. The road curves downward, back and forth, stretching from one side of the mountain to the other. The path seems too perfect to be naturally occurring, and there are strange, blue glowing crystals laying about and in the walls of the rock. There is a sense of... what I can only describe as “Mas’hat” [Divine refreshment.]


16th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

Ganguh has become deathly ill. Truhsuhtt believes that Ganguh has hypothermia, but I don’t believe it. It is this damned place. The place has sickened Ganguh. There is no hopes turning back, anyway, for when I went back up, the path was mysteriously destroyed, a great, vast portion of the path simply annihilated and scrapped from existence. It was as if the mountain was a piece of cake and someone... or something took a slice right out of it. Maybe I am paranoid, thinking it is some mysterious being or power... Yes... I’m just paranoid.


17th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

My left arm has started twitching, quivering, and shaking. The muscles or tendons seem to be acting weird. Truhsuhtt, the doctor or our team, says that I have what she calls “Smogczniya” or “Spastic Muscle Syndrome” in some foreign, physiological language that passes my own understanding. She says that when muscles and the brain don’t work coherently, in harmony, sometimes a weakness develops. This weakness causes for every slight effort of movement and strain, which would seem rather simple and fluid in normal conditions, to turn into a quiver or uncontrollable shake. It makes it hard to write, considering how I am left-handed.


18th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

We are at the bottom. According to the moon and the sun, it has merely been one more day passed, and I write it as such in my journal, but my party and I all agree that it seems as if it has been days.

Ganguh has died from the supposed hypothermia, and we all took a moment of silence, but knew we must go on. Truhsuhtt, being the curios one she is, snatched some of that crystal from the walls of the mountainside and lying on the ground. She believes that there is significance to this crystal, but she simply is not sure of what.

Good news: we are still doing quite well on supplies. We knew we would have to pack heavy and ration from the start, considering the uninhabitable and unforgiving terrain and environment of the land of Goig’n-Brolaka. There were no plants or animals to be found on the Goig’n-Brolaka side of the mountains, nor are there any to be found on this side... the... lost, empty side. It was as if God had a canvas, and He started in the middle. As he started spreading out, he had less and less paint – less and less graphite, and this... this is the result of when He finally ran out for good. It is just open and lifeless, it has no characteristics, and it now sickens me, not fill me with awe like it did just days back...


19th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

As we traveled on and on and on, deeper into the sad, empty land, enveloped by cracked, dry land and covered by dreary grey clouds, we saw a spectacle that I could never have imagined seeing in my life. I have seen quite some strange things, and so have the others, but this tops them all. There was an ocean... not of water, but wandering Nanaka [Spirits]. They had undefined shapes and glowed blue, just as the mysterious crystals do. There must’ve been millions of them, floating around slowly, swaying as they moved aimlessly – as if in a miserable, waddling gait.

After much thought, I have decided that I have seen the crystals in the past. They appear to be the exact same crystals as the ancient c harnessed energy millennia ago. I don’t know how the same crystals from the far reaches of the northern border of Goig’n-Brolaka and this land made it all the way to the heartland of A-ɟŭkut – or at least the “known world.”


20th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

Everyone is feeling exhausted, even though we’ve traveled no more than a mile or two northward... At least, where we think is northward. The sun simply cannot be seen, and night and day can merely be determined by if the land has light shed upon it or not. When it appears to be daytime, the clouds are a very light grey and the ground is fairly light, and night in turn is pitch black.

Because of the sight from the day before, I thought I would name this lifeless land “A Nmat os a Lassihn Nanaka” [The Land of the Lost Souls].


?th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

I’ve lost track of days, and it’s been a little while since I’ve written in the journal, as nothing has appeared to happen. However, I have lost the party. Either I am the one who is lost, or they. I have my own supplies, but they are rapidly depleting. I am getting hungry... and thirsty. As I said quite a while ago, it appears there has been no rain in this land for a long, long time. My best hopes is that there will still be a watering hole – a pond – and if I’m very, very lucky, a stream. Just some slightly plentiful source of water!


??th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

I found a pool – but not what I was expecting. It was some... liquid. I don’t know if I could deem it water or not. It glowed the same blue as the crystals and the Nanaka. It had a similarly blue mist flowing above it. I decided to take my chances and drink from the pool, and I have felt rehydrated for days. It really is a miracle... A miracle that I thought I would never see in this God-forsaken land. I’d still call it a desert, when using the literal term, due to the extreme lack of rain... Which then makes me curious – how are clouds even possible? Oh, I shouldn’t dwell on it. Nothing makes sense here.


???th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

I have found a... tunnel of some sort? It had an entrance much like the ruins of the temples and structures the old Suhvhaatshi. I’m beginning to wonder if they are somehow connected...

???th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

The same day as my last entry.

Upon entering the... the ruins, I found people. Or what appeared to be people. They were almost... frozen, but they were not cold, they were not encased in ice or frosted in any way. It was more like they were frozen in time. They stood tall upon pedestals. They wore some sort of armour, had glowing, golden eyes, and had golden swords like that I have never seen. I wonder if they are protectors of something, in an eternal slumber until... something happens. I should keep my guard up, though I have no means of defense.

The temple, as I now call it, is made of some sort of white stone. Jutting... or growing from the walls are those crystals! All of these things are connected somehow! They must be!


????th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

I made camp in a small, seemingly random room within the temple. The glow from the crystals in the walls seemed to lull me to sleep last night. I feel fully rested. While this land seems quite miserable – terrible – it seems to have mysterious, anomalous benefits. I can’t quite explain how. Like the water and the feeling rested, which in normal circumstances I am more than definite would not happen.

After studying the weapons and armour, as well as the features of the Czizenczii [Guardians], as I now call them, and have deduced that they are, in fact, ancient Funder – Suhvhaatshi! They are connected! The Funder of the heart of the known world are connected to this land... somehow. I must continue to study and investigate these ruins.


?????th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

What I thought were simply scrapes one the wall appear to be some ancient writings on the walls – engraved into the stone walls. I am quite glad I packed several history books with me. The writing appears to be Old J’vaht – the language the Ancient Funder used. Slowly, translating symbol by symbol in a rigorous, demanding search for translations (which are scattered about the book, not all in one place, for some reason) I translated a few inscription on the walls. They read: “A Kahnuh Kuzhah svill mu hjuut, nak j Muslin Prowvenuhs fur, nak Omaguh. Muslin Brahlo svill ckruhn Kli aswihn a Qii tzu a Xiijaht nak Omagihn. Muslin svill Esvahtuu, nak Muslin svill Esvahkut. Muslin svill mu Ultihsuhm nak Omaguhzihn. Jhaqiy svill aswihn Muslin R’wankuhn.” (“The Chosen Land will be found, and by Our People first, and Ultimately. Our God will lead Us in the Advance to the Unknown and Holy. We will Rule, and We will Command. We will be Great and Mighty. Nothing will stay in Our Way.” )

It appears that their grammar is more similar to ours, and lacks its perplexing cousin’s order of words and confusing use of those words. It is quite simplified, and perhaps more primitive. The words, otherwise, would seem as if to be all mixed around – some words added, some taken away. I am not excellent with the more commonly historically recorded dialect, but this – being so similar to our grammar – I could translate with ease, once I found the right matching symbol for each letter in our language.

By what it says, I can only think that their migration to the heartland was a crusade of sorts. I can only wonder if any other people of different races were slaughtered in the conquest. Religious Crusades seemingly always end in disaster... for one side or the other.

I also discovered... secret passages of some sort. I’d step on something or put pressure on the wall in apparently the right place, and a slab of rock will push back and slide into the rest of the wall, revealing tunnels and doorways. As I went deeper into the temple, I saw a book on a... a stand of some sort. The stand with the book was facing a statuette. I hypothesize that the statue was of their sacred god. I wonder if this god simply existed in real life, or merely in these people’s heads.


??????th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

I was locked in as I slept! I don’t know how, but now I am stuck in this... holy room? Perhaps ceremonies were held here. The room isn’t big, nor is it very small – just a happy medium. It is spacious enough to have sections to it, to be able to really walk around. There are... chandeliers of sorts which hold the glowing crystals, acting as candles would. I am glad there is very little darkness in this whole temple.

I noticed even more inscriptions upon the walls. They appeared to read: “Annaliza, Muslin Omagihn nak Tsipiin, hjuutski Muslin a Iis. A Otlah, a Otlih. S’jii guhhuut a Fu aswihn S’jiiyu Esvuluh Opuhs nak a Lussy aswihn S’jiiyu Duhmahys. A Esvuluh Opuhs hjuutski Owihn. A Duhmahys Opuhs hjuutski bearrah Ihnuu. A Yv, akuhjuh duohs qwihn oppluh, a Omagihn Dsihn Alnuff. Aswihn a svyduhss luh Xah, Annaliza klymuh wah Muslin, Ohaavuh Xiy, Annaliza Czizen Muslin Prowvenuhs. Annaliza juhihn ynahk nak fleynuh, nak S’jii Muhsih loh Rannah Iis wah Muslin, Jhaqidoh klihnehttuh huh es nih Xiy Kraus Xah.”

(“Annaliza, Our Holy and Almighty, shows Us the Light. The Path, the Way. She holds the Sun in Her Right Hand and the Moon in Her Left. The Right Hand shows Importance. The Left Hand shows mere Necessity. The Twilight, when both are present, the Holy Time begins. In the middle of Day, Annaliza smiles on Us, deep into Night, Annaliza protects Our People. Annaliza is loving and gracious, and She shall bestow Inner Light upon Us, no matter if it is Night or Day.” )


???????th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

This morning, the pathway was open again. It is curious as to how it opened and closed on its own... if it was even on its own. I left the room, getting stiff, and went off to explore more of the temple. I found a room with preserved food. I was quite hesitant to try it, though when I did, it was impossibly, quizzically fresh. I don’t know how many ages the food lay there, but it appeared to be perfectly preserved, as everything was here.


??????th Day, 193rd Year, 15th Era

Hmm? I heard a noise, and as I write this, the noise continues. I am unsure of what it is but





It is unknown how his journal made it to the heartland, and much is still unknown or forever lost in the Land of the Lost Souls. It is assumed that Anana died by the hand of an awakened Suhvhaatshi, thus the sudden ending to his last entry. It appears there is a long pen stroke after the word “but,” as he most likely dragged the pen across the paper quickly in panic. This great explorer sadly is not found in many, if any history books and seemingly unknown to the common people...