Page 56 of The Messengers of Magic

The Hidden Journal of John Dee

I t has been over three weeks since the ritual to repair the rift in time was performed.

The days drag on, heavy with the weight of uncertainty.

Although there have been no more apparent distortions in the fabric of reality, the air feels thick with something I cannot yet name.

The feeling that something is not right, that the consequences of our actions are yet to fully unfold.

Even though the rip seems to be held in check at the moment.

I find myself growing restless as I wait for Edward Kelley to return from his trip to France.

His absence has made the passing of time feel almost unbearable.

Each day stretches on, each minute a small eternity as I wait for him to return with his ability to give me answers.

His connection to the divine may offer me the clarity I so desperately need.

Until then, I can do little but sit in silence, my mind preoccupied with the knowledge that we have meddled with forces beyond our comprehension, and that we may not yet have seen the full extent of the consequences.

What if it’s just a matter of time before it begins to unravel once again, and this time, we might not have a way to even slow it down, much less to fix it.