Right outside the Goop Factory huge subterranean beasts have surfaced and begun tearing holes and flinging huge clods of dirt at each other. They belch smoke and are generally hellish.

Today was another rain day. Rain always means uncertainty to me. Maybe it is my blood falling from the sky. The unctuous undine. But it always unsettles me. But making my way down the main road, furiously unhappy, I came upon a house and I felt compelled to enter. The house belonged to a woman who said she was expecting me. She turned out to be an oracle! Most people, be they human or divine, do not possess oracular abilities, and wish for them every day. Oracles are rare.

Ach, I can't write about this today.