[SPEAKER_00] Thank you.
[SPEAKER_00] Your mind has opened up to the blood web last night
[SPEAKER_00] I got out of the fog in a manner of speaking. I
[SPEAKER_00] arrived in a pocket of tranquility
[SPEAKER_00] Where the monster?
[SPEAKER_00] Was nowhere to be seen. I
[SPEAKER_00] Stopped running and was immediately filled with a strange
[SPEAKER_00] Calmness I made that
[SPEAKER_00] out near the bonfire and closed my eyes for the first time in what seemed like days.
[SPEAKER_00] After long deep breaths, I plunged into what I first thought was the darkness of a dreamless
[SPEAKER_00] sleep, and then I saw it.
[SPEAKER_00] The blood wept.
[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 and bent at the entity's will.
[SPEAKER_00] Benedict Baker's Journal, November 1896