Madman's Diary

I am not crazy.

I see it. I see it in every corner, lurking, watching. Its presence robs me of sleep.

When I do manage to close my eyes, I can see it in my nightmares too, and feel its teeth sinking into my decaying flesh.

Sometimes, from the corner of my eye, I notice the walls shift. The rest also sense it but believe it is just the kymia affecting the environment. I know the truth; they are just too stubborn to accept it.

Its eyes dance from room to room, like a predator watching its next meal. During the last encounter with the scavengers, I could feel its presence stronger than ever. It feasts on death and conflict, on the kymia it releases.

I yearn for the embrace of release. Yet, in a way, I fear it, because I know that thing will be waiting for me. Ready to devour my essence. And the more I fear, the hungrier it gets. Every time a body seems to vanish from the prison, I know the truth. And you will, too.