Journal Entry: 5th October 2110 Obsidian Cycle Month 18

The fine lines are beginning to fray on the ends. Ever so slowly, reality is unravelling around me. Familiar faces, sounds, smells, memories…they all seem so distant from me now. So removed. Nothing is real. Nothing but apathy and apprehension. It’s coming, though I don’t  know what that means. Yet, something is arriving soon. It chills the weakened bones beneath me.  And I am certain that it has something to do with the unreality I’ve noticed these last few months of darkness. I suppose that’s why it hasn’t stopped raining…but did it ever start?

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