Page 37 of The Messengers of Magic

The Hidden Journal of John Dee

G iordano and I have yet to uncover a solution to mend the tear in time we so carelessly created. So I called upon Edward Kelley’s assistance once more, hoping divine intervention might illuminate a path forward. Kelley brought with him an obsidian disc to scry for celestial guidance.

After several attempts, Kelley was used as a vessel, and a voice not of his own came through.

It told me that an alignment of the stars within the next fortnight would provide the energy needed to reactivate the Astral Synchronum.

This alignment, fleeting and rare, is our only chance to reverse the damage we have brought.

However, the celestial being also confirmed what Giordano had feared all along: the Astral Synchronum must not be used again for anything beyond this purpose.

Its mechanisms are too delicate, the risk too great.

To employ it in any other manner would surely worsen the tear, perhaps to the point of no return.

And so, we wait. The days feel endless as we prepare every component, every calculation, leaving no detail to chance.

We gather rare materials, recalibrate the device, and ensure the crypt at Dunblane is ready to host our final attempt.

Even as we toil, the world around us continues to fray; strange buildings have appeared off on the horizon that were not there before, and the sky has turned an unsettling shade of blue.

The weight of our actions bears heavily upon us, and we can only pray that when the celestial alignment comes, we will succeed in sealing the rift and restoring the natural order. Failure is not an option, for the alternative is chaos beyond comprehension.