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My Muse
Ad Astra Per Aspera!
Dear Diary–that’s how many journals start, isn’t it? I never know what to say when I’m starting these entries off, and having a teenager check over my writing doesn’t really help.
Anyway, today I write about a closely guarded secret of mine: that of my muse, my informant, my source of divine inspiration. Whether he is a god, demon, or a figment of my imagination is unknown; he appears to me rarely, and only in my dreams.
T has never seen him, and I fear he worries that I am insane, or that I’m engaging with a being of darkness. But that’s not the case at all! My muse has helped me with my studies countless times, from telling me how to cure zombie bites to providing the recipe for a magical concoction that helps remedy my reportedly deafening snores. I don’t know what he’s talking about, though I suppose I wouldn’t.
My muse is a good man, (god? demon? heavenly messenger?) and the second I wake up from a discussion with him, I can’t help but eagerly await our next conversation.
Though I’m worried… what if T pries further into this? What if he finds bad signs that aren’t there? What if he takes my muse away from me; or worse, tries to slay him? Beyond that, if his worries got around town, could word spread to the University? They could revoke my grant! I’ve been careful not to mention my muse after recognizing T’s initial suspicion, but still…
Perhaps next time I see my muse, I could ask him to visit T? All his worries are sure to vanish once he’s faced with my muse’s charming personality.
Note to Self: Burn this page before T finds it and gets the wrong idea!