I am late in writing this. Those of you who knew the Yasunori that existed would not recognize me as I am. Much has happened since my training as an Onmyouji has been completed. Now, as I sit here writing this I am left to ponder the circumstances by which my travels have brought me here. To what ends were my quests undertaken? I had thought for knowledge but it seems even my heart was pulled towards the darker recesses of humanity. Have I become corrupted? Am I in a truer place, a truer form? Perhaps it would be better if I started from the beginning.
I have forseen the future and it will be my destiny to help train the greatest of all Onmyouji and issue forth a new era but my own legacy may never leave these pages. Looking back, as a child, I seemed reluctant to take up the mantle of a diviner but it was a path that had been in my family for generations. How could I be anything else? I desired to be ANYTHING else at the time of my youth but I managed to make it through my studies and reluctantly set off on my journey as an Onmyouji.
I must pause these writings for now. My meditation calls to me. There is an ominous scent in the air. My incense burns a fearful smoke tonight and the snow has been falling. Though Modmas, a time of cheer, has come its way. I worry that my first entry may be my final one.
Kamo no Yasunori Community Member 
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