An Occultist and a little boy were walking into the
dark woods on a particularly gloomy night. The little boy
looks up at the Occultist and says, "I'm scared Mr.
Occultist! These woods are so dark and I can see
shadows moving and glowing eyes watching us!" The
Occultist reaches down and takes the little boy's
hand and says, "You think you're scared? I have to
walk out of these woods alone!"

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Sarapin, in the year 371 AF.