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I do not know what happened to my own world, but I would ask that nobody visits Floor Twenty-Five, for now. I'll be headed there after I make this entry.

[ He has heard that it will always appear that way; peaceful spring weather, with a pretty meadow. Maybe then, if he stays there... his magic won't affect it. Hey, it was worth a try. ]

I don't wish to introduce myself. It is better if nobody here knows who I am, or what I am. Though if anyone encounters a book in either of the libraries titled 'The Book of Zeref,' tell me. I will dispose of it. I may be the only one here who knows how.

✒ action, floor twenty-five

[ And sure enough, there he is, later. He's kneeling in a small clearing, staring down at a certain white flour. The flower was oddly resilient. It wasn't wilting, wasn't turning black and crumbling to dust just from being near the Black Wizard. But isn't that how it always is? ]

Our world... destroyed.

[ He whispered to nobody in particular, feeling tears threaten to roll down his cheeks. He picked the small flower, ripping the stem between his fingers. It immediately wilted, the petals shriveling up and falling off, with the stem becoming coarse and rubbery. Zeref simply dropped it where it was. ]

Was it me? Was it Acnologia? [ Again, asking nobody in particular. ] I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe it was better off, after all.

{{ OOC: Zeref's magic makes it dangerous (and possibly deadly) just to be near him, so naturally, a permissions post was mandatory. }}

[The network screen flashes on and one irate dwarf will be glaring at whomever might be listening or hearing right now. He is clutching his arm, after being attacked by one of Ruana's monsters a few days before. Whoever attacked him, left a nasty gash along his right shoulder and down his arm.]

If you seek to play another game, Ruana, I will be ready for you next time and not so lenient. I want your endless games to cease immediately, as I am not afraid of you. [Pain was nothing to a dwarf, even though his arm was stinging like hell at the moment.]

I am injured and seek to find somewhere to heal myself. I refuse to go to the Infirmary because I do not wish to go there. [Stubborn. Check-up left him with a bad memory.] If anyone with healing abilities or herbs would wish to aid me, I will be most grateful.