Traverse the Slate

I am alone in my temple of one. Traversing planet-side, Paal carried me here, saving my life. We now live on Gandelaria, a beautiful planet with an empty religion in a black-slated temple village. Assimilating into this ritualistic community hasn't been easy for me, but Paal is at peace. He understands how important this place is to us. I am still ig'dan pissy as ever and still waking every morning shaking off the nightmares of yesterday.
What if I never find myself again, forever lost to a darkness as black as the slate paths I walk daily? I've been told to write it all down, that it will be good for my soul. Nothing as exciting as a Pigerian pod-cast, but here it is.
Feel free to traverse the slate with me.
Or not.