The-forgotten-files.doc [LOG-1]

(TW: Derealization or something of the sort)

“Nobody will know who I am. Nobody will ever meet me. Nobody will ever SEE me. Don’t even acknowledge me. There’s NOBODY there…

The hourglass is just starting to drain again and there’s a clock going off. I think it’s a grandfather clock but I’m not sure. Knowing everything is crumbling down and I’m going to die at some point gives me existential DREAD. Should I try to beat the timer first…? Or should I let it consume me?

For now, I’ll have to leave these messages where other people can find them. Things aren’t quite as they seem.”

(the name is blurry as if being consumed by water… which is unusual because this is an online document. Was this a scan? Or was someone just trying to be cryptic? The words don’t seem to be hand written… was this a style someone was going for? Or is there something much darker or sinister happening?)