Entry 05
The neighbor's children are steadily increasing their efforts at destroying any ounce of concentration I have. In fact, I find it difficult to put the words to the page right now (I swear, this quill is trembling in my hand). I am not sure what exactly to write aside from the usual proclivities of my trade in the anomalous.
Of course, today was another disastrous assembly of witch ingredients and old junk. Primarily raw samplings of meats and body parts from all sorts of species, some of which appear to belong to the Zantaric Black Market. I do not need these contraband goods in my office. My superiors may think I am planning to do a blood sacrifice. They might already believe that with the sort of material I study, but there is a line between the arcane compared to copious packages of flesh and blood.
So, while I find another use for these items, I figure I'd like to write a mini-dissertation on what I consider acceptable here. Anomalies are, in the context of my studies, artifacts and organisms that come from outside our realm. Sounds fair enough at first glance, but it is deceptively simple. Many do not realize that Le'raana exists in its own pocket of parallel dimensions, and that pocket consists of everything from our underworld to our heavens to even many of our supposedly "cosmic" visitors. Everything in Le'raana follows its own specified rules. A frog in Le'raana is a frog. A golden coin is made of gold. Even the most chaotic being that claims to be not from our world is still bound by the order of our universe and its physics. Our most esoteric understanding of magic is based on breaking our own ruleset, but only marginally, so that we may control it. And even then, that magic may only stem from Le'raana's definition of what magic can and cannot do... It's all very loose you see.
The pocket theory states that everything containing our realm is surrounded by a sort of cosmic, semi-permeable membrane. This means that there is a chance for something to push through. Something that doesn't follow our rules. In its homeworld, it might have been a frog. For us, it simply cannot be. We can't process it as a frog, and because of that, anomalous properties surface. Pieces of things that cannot be dismissed as mage-induced enchantment, or even beings nobody can fully comprehend because they traverse that membrane constantly are all anomalies. It is an extremely rare thing to see, even more rare to physically hold, and the properties may be so inconsistent that they simply "glitch," for lack of a better term.
It is not cursed, though cultists may try to worship it. It is not inherently powerful or capable of intent, though it may appear to grant miracles and devastate at the same time. Some of our most horrifying artifacts discovered in ages past were anomalies used in warfare. Some of our most beautiful sights may have stemmed from an anomalous origin.
And my job, though so many do not acknowledge it, is to keep them from tearing our universe apart. That is why I study them. I do not fear the unknown. I embrace it.
So until next,
Astredamus