Diary entry 3

October 7th, 2026, 12:34 AM

I still cannot sleep, my mind is playing more allusions than a violinist at an orchestra. From the corner of my eyes, I can see the worst nightmare I wouldn't dare describe. From straight ahead of me, the wall sprouts creatures grasping at my body as if to pull me into the eternal torment from where they came. My brain feels like it's being pulled at by a dollmaker as everything from the seeds of my hair to the soles of my feet twitch and jerk by a command that is not my own. Over 5 years of wailing in fear at the torture and not a single soul, blood or water, has thought to ease my suffering. How many nights must I endure before either the creatures kill me, or my brain explodes from the madness?