LU 61 - Nekane 1

"What the fuck, What is this writing"
Nekane, sitting on a tree stump writes to himself, about the home he's found, a lovely place, how ever it appears to be abandoned, pieces of calcite are falling off, the wood is starting to mold, and upon entering the door handle was rusted, He explores the first and second floors to find little to nothing, on the third floor however, There's chalk all over the floor, spiders in almost ever corner, and writing all over the walls.
"The writings of an insane person"
After reading most of it and picking up a book, he walks outside to find Mira and Chizzy, Who he asks Mira to enter to read the Enderian that was written on the walls Mira and Chizzy leave and thankful sits down to start sketching the writings, while thankful is still sketching away the 2 come back to check up on what he's doing, after talking a little more the 2 go back down to have "a word" away from Nekane, Upsetting to him. After a while Nekane walks out, goes back to his stump and drinks a cup of coffee.
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. There is no exquisite beauty... Without some strangeness in the proportion. The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, is the most poetic topic in the world. As I sit alone in this house, I begin to wonder if it was ever so good of an idea to go into that cave, the wretched mass that I found still haunts me to this day. But I am not insane. I'VE NOT become insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. What I had found in that cave has only left a permanent scar on my mental state. I fear that it'll drive me mad, but not insane, I'm not insane. I'm not insane, and I never really was sane except upon occasions when my heart was touched. All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. But by the GODS, what was it that I saw? It was blue, and the screaming, oh the screaming that echoed throughout the cave. Sometimes I still think I can hear it throughout the halls, but alas I am never to suffer, and would never have been blessed. Emerging from that cave I felt like I walked into a house on a dark stormy night. Oh the smell of the bark on the spruce trees, the foxes running around, oblivious as to what happened inside. My father once told me if you wish to forget something on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered. I tried, I wrote all over the walls. Oh lord, oh lord what as this world come to? I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think human extortion would have no appreciable effect on humanity. Man is only more active, not happier, nor wiser, than he was years ago. 
Lasciate ogne speraenza, voi ch'intrate"