You're where the Wild Things are...

An in-character blog set in the universe of EVE Online. These are the private diary entries of Lady Ekaterina Mariya deSilvestris, a minor Amarrian Noble and Capsuleer. Other existing characters within EVE will be referred to throughout, though any opinions and views expressed are those of this character. These entries may touch on or directly address mature themes such as violence, sexuality, race and ethnicity, and mental health. As noted, any views are those of the character.

Before we begin, I feel it important to say a few words on the subject of mental health. Ekaterina, or Ekat as many call her, is something of a troubled soul. This aspect of her character is a personal choice I have made, for very personal reasons. Although EVE is a game in which the players can immerse themselves to a greater or lesser degree as they wish, mental health is a very real issue for many people. Those two simple words cover a myriad different issues and concerns that affect people directly or indirectly every day all, over the world.

If you find yourself affected by any issues touched upon in these posts, or if you face your own troubles, please know that there are people out there you can turn to; doctors, friends, family - there is ALWAYS someone. If you are an EVE player, then Broadcast 4 Reps chat is available, staffed by wonderfully kind and good-hearted volunteers. If you know of someone who has mental health issues, then please just let them know you are there. It doesn't have to be anything big, just a smile, a cup of tea, a quick phone call about last night's game - just a little thing to show they aren't forgotten.

You Never Fly Alone.
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The Blessings do not end!

Today I saw Alizabeth's Silver Magnate, TES Memini Jamyl.  Such an honour to be allowed aboard.  My weak words can never do justice to the beauty of that ship.  I was so utterly lost in the artwork of her construction that I barely heard Aldrith and Alizabeth speaking.  From the delicate filligree covering even the most basic bulkhead to the exquisite artisanship of the Ni-Kunni rugs and tapestries, I was transfixed.  I shall never forget such beauty and magnificence even should I live a thousand years.  I would never have imagined I would even see such a vessel from afar, let alone actually step aboard. I can close my eyes and still step through the hatch, spin around the lower deck as in a dream, then follow Aldrith and Alizabeth to the upper deck

I shall swear until the end of my days that as I ascended that ladder, I heard the distant harmonies of the Sefrim.  My heart was pounding and my head spinning; in truth I must have been in some sort of Ecstasy.

Then I saw it.  The Image. Her Image.

I am not ashamed to say that I wept.  Of course I did.  She looked exactly as She did the day She came to me in that pit.  The day She lifted me up and Freed me.  I saw Her Sacred Countenance, and I heard Her Divine Voice.  She told me that which I needed to hear, and I have taken Her Instructions into my heart.  I shall do as She Commands me, and in so doing I know that Our Cause is Pure and True.  Amarr can never be defeated, never be humbled.  We shall lay low all foes, all those who stand against us.

Not even the return of Nation to my home system worries me now, for I know with unshakeable certainly that Victory shall be Ours.

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