2nd of First Seed, 4E 200
I have stumbled upon a dream. Not one conjured from sleep or stupor, but sight and sense. I now hold in my possession a lump of amber shaped like the Mad God himself. When I placed my hand upon it for the very first time, I stepped into the world of Mania. My mind was truly clear and my eyes forever open.
But as all dreams come to pass, so too did my time in Bliss. With a single step I found myself back in the wilderness, far away from my lovely Mania. Gone were the golden hills, luminous stalks and whimsical fragrances, and in its place the stink of flora and fools unbothered by the gloom.
I have set about making a connection with the artifact once more, and to the wonderous land it has revealed to me.
4th of First Seed, 4E 200
Curses!
After two days of constant focus, I finally connected with Mania once more. Or, it may be more accurate to say that Mania connected with me, in this secluded camp near Solitude. A powerful daedra took shape before my eyes: a Golden Saint, with armor gleaming and eyes burning with surprise and fury. To my dismay, my ordinary methods of bending daedra to my will were of no use. As it began to raise its weapon against me, I fled.
Whatever power was left in the amber, it lies dormant now. I must find other artifacts like it, and through their magic forge a connection to the world I lost.