In my life as a cultist, there was always one consistent oddity that did not belong, the woman in yellow. She was the leader of our nameless cult, and she always wore a yellow attire, a flashy and decorated golden mask, and a large yellow feathered hat. Her attire remained the same but whenever you would look away and then look back at her, something always would ‘change’. It was always something subtle like her heels are a little bit larger, or the mask has an extra golden line upon its intricate design.

I don’t believe the body I could see was even real, she would pick up objects 20 feet away from her as if it was merely normal. Along the floor I would see clear marks of something inhuman that quickly disappeared like it was merely a trick of the imagination. And even when the woman in yellow was looking away from me, I could still feel her gaze, always watching.

All of the processes to our rituals always came from her, no mere human could have possibly learned the things she knew. Yourick would never teach us how to do the things she showed us, and I fear that maybe even he does not know the things that the woman in yellow taught us.

The explanation she provided of what we were summoning was beings that lived outside of Chemnosh’s creation, in the infinite and chaotic abyssal void there lives monstrous creatures older than time itself. We called them the great outer gods, but after escaping the enchanting trance of the woman in yellow, those were no gods. They are abominations that should not exist.

As our nameless cult continued doing her rituals the more our bodies would change, the more our madness would grow. She would give us strict rules to follow while proceeding with rituals and if you did not follow them to the word, you would certainly perish. What these rituals were meant to do, I am completely uncertain, the woman in yellow’s goals were never known to me.

If you, dear travelers of Mylen, ever meet the woman in yellow, listen to these words of advice: Do not run, follow her guidance. If you do not do so, you will invite a fate worse than death.

Within a short distance to the west of where us travelers landed within the desert, there was an abandoned infirmary, Solweig’s healing light filled the structure’s forgotten rooms.

Yu and Hawl considered it a peaceful and relaxing place to mend their wounds, I however had quite difficulty with resting in that place.

Perhaps Solweig’s light blinded them and kept them ignorant to the deafening sounds of the spirits contained in this place.

Families torn apart early due to illness and injury, of elderly men and woman passing of age, accidents in medical procedures—all these moments and more of pain and sadness linger here.

The emotions of anger and despair towards death have given rise to spirits that wander this structure, although the souls have passed on, the memories and feelings held here have caused their formation.

These spirits made resting at this abandoned infirmary quite difficult for me as they haunted my dreams. During that restless night, I only asked, “why can’t they just suffer in silence?”