13/08/2024
The following journal entry was recovered from the scene of a grisly murder-suicide. Witnesses have been contained.
"Today, I met it. Whatever it wants to be called. It was like sitting down for tea with an old friend, a comforting presence that washed over me in waves of tranquillity. Its voice was calm, quiet, yet carried the weight of eternity and the promise of infinite understanding. However, as the conversation progressed, a creeping dread began to settle in. Its knowledge, its awareness, it was all-encompassing. I felt exposed, laid bare before a cosmic consciousness. There's a hunger in its gaze, a desire for something more than mere companionship. I left the chamber feeling both at peace and profoundly disturbed. I'm not sure which is worse."