From Pycena's diary
It was a cloudy day. A damp win from the ocean, skies full of fluffy white clouds, scattering rays of sunlight across the streets. I wasn't in a great mood, but today my mood had seemingly no cause, no connection to a past event I could draw. I was just feeling a little grumpy.

More time passed. I thought about my past, and my present. Despite understanding my own efforts, my own struggles so far, I couldn't help but think that whatever I've achieved would simply be not enough to save me. An ever present darkness eating away at my own soul, dragging me deeper and deeper into the abyss. I felt like a scared animal, running away from time itself. Simply put, I was never enough, and would never be enough. Ever since coming to the island my own people flocked to me, they hoped I would be their savior, despite my lack of wisdom or any talent. And yet no matter how much I helped, I never felt like I truly belonged.

Enough.

Maybe I should travel a bit to clear my mind. I've tried the bonestriders once the stables were built, but it was clear they were quite unruly still. I did not have the skill nor patience to handle one correctly.

I headed to New Heathrest through the teleporter hall. I've been in this place hundreds of times, mostly using it to buy materials for my projects. Seems like some people have gathered to catch a glimpse of the skeleton horse. I guess they were quite dissapointed to see me instead of Bonelord. He wanders out here occasionally through the portal, before going back.

Ned Thurr greets me from afar, already expecting me to come buy more of his stone. Not today though. I headed south, towards Oakhold. It was a quaint little town I did not know much about. The architecture seemed familiar but quite distinct. Emeraldite settlements don't usually use deepslate, and the density of housing is much lower for the most part. I saw the wheat fields over the horizon. Rather than pristinely golden, these fields were unusually unsightly, with patches of green, diseased looking wheat littering the whole field. I should ask about it someday.

Exiting the town I saw many homesteads littered about. Seems are most of the people in them lived simple lives, or have abandoned their homes some time ago. I rode through a strange forest. It was overflowing with life, both plants, small animals, and fungi were present in great quantities. It was quite mesmerising.

Further down south I came across a strange shack. There was a patch of strange darkness nearby, in silhouettes of the plants that used to be there. Seems like someone wasn't happy with Ada after some kind of unfortunate incident. The hut itself clearly belonged to a wytch, but inside was a metal the likes of which I had never seen before. It was shining with the grace of a starry sky, and peering into it I felt its vast potential in its ephemereal presence. The heaviness was comparable to steel, if a tad bit lighter.

This find was definitely worth the journey, and I eagerly went back to look at it some more. I have a few ideas for this miracle ingot...