i am haunted by figures of what i hesitate to call myself. painful memories enter my head left by monstrous echoes of my inevitable fate. in my hand are notes i did not write, maps i did not draw. and yet above all, one word echoes through my head.
This is actually the first time I heard this word :o
Do you mean you're abusing the save system ? haha :p
yep, saving right after gathering materials and then making potions and reloading to jot down the combinations without wasting materials. i decided that this is echoes of unfortunate futures leaving notes in what looks to be your own handwriting.
