[SPEAKER_00] I plunged into what I first thought was the darkness of the dreamless sleep.
[SPEAKER_00] And then I saw it.
[SPEAKER_00] The blood web.
[SPEAKER_00] A space between reality and abstraction.
[SPEAKER_00] There is no sleep here, only torment.
[SPEAKER_00] Even my own mind is shared.
[SPEAKER_00] and bent at the entity's will benedict baker's journal november 1896