ִכְרוֹנוֹת וְיֶדַע ()() Hastur’s Eyes
“There a painless death awaits him who can no longer bear the sorrows of this life.”

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 Entry 1 

 The clouds darkened as the trees lengthened, for someone special had set foot onto an unknown island. 

 Tales and legends were told and written about this mysterious place. A popular theory was that the island held a secret portal to Carcosa -- a wasteland with a castle standing tall in the center -- acting as a home for such a barren, empty land. Joshua had heard about these theories multiple times: stories, books, novels, even the mayor of the town was into these fantasy-written pieces of literature. However, he was more interested in something else. 

 Joshua was a very well-known man. More than well-known -- he was infamous. The townsfolk called him the best thief in the world, and they had reason to rank him as such. From stealing from outlaws and generals to making an entire statue disappear, Joshua was a very impressive man. He had built up a list for himself, climbing higher as he stole bigger, larger, and eventually giant objects worth immense value. 

 However, he was not satisfied -- as he had his eyes set on something more important. As he set sail on a ship with a crew he paid to help him, he looked out into the water as he pondered whether he was going to make it out of this. A bearded crew member stood next to him with a mug, taking a sip every now and then. He set his mug on the rim of the ship, leaning forward as he turned towards the thief with a curious look. 

 "Dis' seems like a big deal to ya'. What about dis' "Carcosa" is so enticin'?" The bearded crew member asked. Joshua's head tilted downwards as he thought about what to say, thinking for a few seconds until sighing and responding with uncertainty. “I've heard of so many tales and stories of this place. Some say there's a castle that contains massive amounts of treasure. Some say Carcosa is just a barren wasteland with nothing to give. My curiosity has piqued, and I am too interested to not at least check it out." Joshua finished responding, unsure if he was confident in his answer until adding to his sentence. "...As a plus, I do need to uphold my title somehow... If this heist goes successfully, the payout is so extremely high." 

 The two men stayed silent as they both thought and pondered before the bearded crew member broke the silence. "...But you know dat' this is very risky, right? Dere's a chance you won't come back from dis'." He suggested as Joshua closed his eyes in thought, before responding. "I know. I understand that this could very well be the end of my story-...but I've spent my entire life taking risks. I've evaded authority, jumped across towers, and escaped death multiple times. I think this is possibly what my life has been leading up to all this time." 

 The bearded crew member nodded along. "...Well den', suit yerself." He said to end the conversation before going back to manage the sails. Joshua took one last deep breath, opening his eyes as he stared out into the sunset as the island came into view. Joshua smiled before speaking to himself. "Let's do this." 

 Entry 2 

 The ship landed on the island as wood beached on sand. Ladders were prepared, being set as the crew climbed down to examine the area they had just arrived on. Joshua exited the boat last, smiling with confidence as he looked around.* "...Well, gentlemen, it seems my adventure starts here!" He proudly exclaimed as he began walking into the forest that awaited. "Remember: If I don't come back in three hours, leave before anything bad happens." He said as he turned around, before waving goodbye as he disappeared from the crew's view. 

 The forest was dense -- trees climbing multiple feet high with critters and crawlers everywhere. Bugs didn't scare him; however, he was in search of a very specific tree. He recalled a man once claimed to have escaped from Carcosa. Of course, such fantasy shouldn't be taken seriously -- but he mentioned a tree with the carving of an eye as an entry into Carcosa. 

 He was interested that the man he thought was crazy was mentioning specific details, and so his search began. He examined tree after tree, finding no success as he walked deeper and deeper into the forest. The sun lowered as the moon elevated, the sky going from an orange gradient to a dark color with stars. He lit a torch, still examining and searching as he continued on. 

 Then, something caught his eye. A light was being emitted that wasn't his torch. 

 His eyes widened in surprise and delight as he ventured on deeper towards the light, and as such -- there it was. The tree. 

 The bark's direction looked wrong, growing diagonally instead of vertically or horizontally. There was a light inside of the tree that didn't seem organic or natural. Then, there was a carving on the bark. An eye, scratched out presumably with some sort of sharp object. The carving looked deeper than usual -- it seemed whoever carved this eye could've been a really good sculptor. 

 Joshua examined the tree as the dark surrounded him, his curiosity piquing as his eyes widened in awe. Something so magical -- something so mythical shouldn't exist in this world. He reached his hand out, placing it on the eye as he swiped his thumb over it. A ringing sound began to introduce itself before it suddenly cut off, the terrain around him cutting with the sound. 

 He looked around in a panic. "Where am I? What is this?!" He shouted into nothing as he quickly saw a castle in sight. With a fast breath, he ran over as fast as he could, the castle slowly getting bigger and bigger into view. 'Just how big was this castle?!' He thought. Eventually, out of breath, he reached the doors that scaled upwards. The rest of the door was barely visible in view, the castle being cut off by clouds and fog. 

 It seemed like a giant would be living here if the doors were this big... He took a look at the door's lock, examining it as he tried to find a way inside. Eventually, his hand swiped over a sign with dust covering it -- as it seemed nobody had been here in a long time. He looked at the sign in confusion, trying to figure out if it was either an entirely different language or a puzzle he needed to solve.