((Visra has destroyed all of the old papers containing her writing, so the entries of "Dandelion" can not be found ICly. They've been burned in a makeshift fire pit below the bridge in the park of D8, which is where she is now living. This entry in particular is written with pencil on the back of a burger wrapper. As always, her penmanship is absolute shit and really hard to read.))

It's been so long.

Red and Saint Red, now Black and Blue with Blonde. They're gathering. I'm both proud and fucking terrified. My parents have always tried to teach me the dangers of letting outsiders in, ready to taint that which we've worked so hard to achieve in our closeness to The Good and Holy with catching sin and whither it before our eyes. The road to hell is definitely paved with good intentions. Take your optimism elsewhere. It ain't wanted here. Wishful thoughts, maybe, but acting on optimism ain't a smart approach. Protection is key.

Like a moth to a flame I go. Been burned alive before and it ain't any cause of regret. I'll do it again if She needs it. I'm the fire-bearer, firebrand, maybe a gatekeeper if I ain't being shitty to myself about it, but Blonde called me a crusader and I damn near died of blushing, ain't becoming on someone so ghastly as me. Said I can visit her. She and her lover-sister live with their cat Boots, cat reminds me of Caesar. Sweet thing. Ain't so keen on their relationship but She ain't ever condemned them for it, so it must be okay, right? I'll let Her decide. Ain't my business. Ain't gonna do what my parents did when they found me kissing a girl, would never try to light them on fire for something like that, though I did have to teach Black and Blue a lesson. She was being selfish. They weren't mad, though. It's odd. People usually get angry when I stab them. It's an obvious reaction to being stabbed, right? To be angry? People are fucking weird. I don't understand them.

Construction workers kicked me out of the factory, said I wasn't allowed to be living there. Said they were going to knock it down. Tried to fight but they threatened to call the cops, so I just took my shit and left. What I could carry, anyway. I'm under a tunnel now like a fucking rat, a troll-beast, a fucking monster with tissue paper skin and layers removed. The old church near the river is abandoned though, apparently, so I might go there if it ain't already got people taking shelter in it. It'll be nice to be close to a church again. Maybe I'll set up an altar for Her. I think She'd like that. Moon hits it nice. Right near the water. See what I can do. If not, I guess I can take Blonde up on her offer, maybe walk around her house and make sure she's gone, sneak in and sneak out. Snatch some food. She's probably got some sort of security system or cameras or something, though. Might be sneaky, the Blonde. Especially since I carved Her name into her lover-sister and all. I'll bring weapons in case of an ambush.

For now, I'll try and find a blanket in the trash heap. It probably smells better than me anyways.

Goodnight.