Entry One

Good evening!
I use that term loosely, of course.

At my last stop I made sure to grab some writing tools, just as an experiment. It gets awfully boring here and now... then and there... when and wherever it is that I go to. I find it extraordinary that I can carry a bow, a pen, and some paper with me through time, but I can't seem to keep hold of my body. Even more fascinating is the fact that I can put this pen to the paper and write words and thoughts while traveling. This place never has made much sense to me.

Anyway, here I am again, floating around in the ocean of time. Well, not right now. There is no now, unless you're talking about all that has happened, all that is happening, and all that is yet to happen, as if it were all the same thing. But, then, where (or more correctly when) am I at now? This existance between worlds, between seconds, has no designated place or time to which it is contained. No. Instead, it is the pool in which everything else is held.

I wonder if there are others like it.

Entry Two

This journal that I am keeping is not unlike this plane that I am in. It does not feel the passing of time. Sure, it may become tattered and decay as time passes, but it can still be opened and written in, just as it was many years ago.
I suspect this place also decays. It becomes imbalanced as it interacts with the worlds and times that float within it. The result of this decay could potentially be catastrophic to everything that ever has and ever will exist.
I hope it's possible to patch up the holes...

Entry Three

I was out again.
I lived, grew, loved, and lost. And here I am again.
It was a good life, at least, and long. Longer than most of them. Very peaceful, too.
I almost forgot about this place.
Compared to the time I spend here (for lack of better words), it feels like I was only gone for a few days.
67 years, gone, pointless now.
I wonder how they feel, the people I left behind.
I wonder what's next.

Entry Four

The key.
Yes, I've found the key. A way to open the door between this world and all others. At least, I hope so.

I was exploring (well, wandering around lost, actually) as well as one can explore in an immaterial plane, when suddenly I stumbled upon this strange spherical, crystalline object. How it got here is a very good question. How to activate is another one.

I suppose it could just be some kind of shiny rock...