Gaster: Book 'Osteoclast' Block 1

Thoughts: At the start of each day, one calligraphic entry, and one ink drawing... The calligraphic adaptation of Wingdings form was arrived at only after a long process. It is my goal to not deviate from having only Wingdings within this book, though there are lesser/faster versions found on some of the illustrated pages. Some character types have drifted notably from their forebears, mostly for aesthetics' sake.
 
The book will later either be entirely rebound, or given a modified exterior. I will also eventually craft a 'translation companion' with additional annotations (The translations below do not include Entry 2, nor the additional annotations). There is a decent amount of implied or indirect symbolism and narrative in the depictions which is not rightly illuminated by the material as it currently stands.

Virtually all of the concepts arrive from half-dreams it takes a while to rightly arrive at a proper and deep understanding of.

(Yes, 'The Gaster Necronomicon has occurred to me...)

Word written, mind threaded unto blind eternity...



Materials: 10cm x 15cm Pentalic sketchbook, various ink pens.
Notes: Undertale, and Gaster are property of Toby Fox. Calligraphic Wingdings adaption may be considered my own.


Translation begins here:

Entry 1:
The dark aeons
Where adversity lurked
And awareness slept
...
Image 1: 'By the utilized entropy of entire realities.'
'Shorn in edges of true, eternal cold.'


{{Entry 2: [Excluded from above image]
'Vortex touch'
'An icon of influence and gesture.'
'Wards and [signs.]
Image 2:
[Integrated/None] }}


Entry 3:
It has been so long since I have tasted blood.
...
The ornate maw of time.
Image 3: 'All of their ambition, warded and fused'
'Time, in woven, living layers.'


Entry 4:
We know the precipice.
We know the multitude of beginnings.
We are the gate.
Image 4:
'The strongest of structures. Integrated.'
'In amalgam - completion.'


Entry 5:
Aeons of time, transfiguration: life to stone, flesh to monument
...
Image 5:
'Voiceless watchers, without age'


Entry 6:
Fire upon the deep.
Prisms and prisons of gems in the mind forged of passion's war.
Image 6:
'From them, the precipice to humanity.'


Entry 7:
Existence beyond a pane of glass, stained red
...
Deference to greater forces, writ in sacrifice.
Image 7:
'The reality may not defy the daemons of the genius.'
Asemics, translation rough: Left: 'In the substances that are given, the path of supposed control is actually rooted in forces you do not comprehend, but are sharply grounded in hidden ways and significance. // Do not think that the velocity of progress you have is without dangers on this basis.

Right: 'In all that you've done and attempted, the bulwark of the truth is powerful, but will not sway or free you in it's gravity. // How you organize/utilize the forces of your own actions and those of your allies must be taken carefully in your well of choice.'


Entry 8:
Black oceans of static shores. No gate for evolution but for the walking temple.
Image 8:
'Inverted luminary of oracle and seer.'


Entry 9:
Gateways lost in the essence of dust, the crumpled flowers of civilization's tending
...
Image 9:
'My origins were a new kind of thought.'


Entry 10:
Water follows the path of gravity, air the columns of flow and force...
And soul, other laws.
Image 10:
'It was never truly said,'
'What either of us were...'