Von einem Gefangenen in dem Lager von Nor-Na

If I were Ouai, I'd start with my name. But it means nothing to me anymore.
I was sent by the glorious Nor-Na to bring one of her works into this chamber. The work was a failure in the eyes of the Almighty. Like everything in these chambers.
And since I am no longer allowed to go back, I am probably a failure too.

My carelessness, which cost me my hand, was probably the beginning. Even if Nor-Na's disciples created a new one for me, it was never an act to eradicate my mistake but to prove their creative power.

Now the glorious Nor-Na was called to the Enneagesimae and will create inventions in the shadow of the world forge so enormous and perfect that nothing more will find its way into these chambers. The greatest among the Ankh, the most powerful goddess of creation.

On death penalty it is forbidden to examine or touch these artifacts and constructs here. But I am already sentenced to death here and so I let my curiosity run free.

I found some copies of the almighty mistress notes. Even if only fragments are left I tried to reconstruct what she wrote. Unfortunately I had to write - in my own limited words - what I think they meant.