Time flows, and you linger in this room, immersed in the journal. From behind the curtain of darkness beyond the room's exit, you occasionally hear unsettling sounds, and you can't discern whether they are real or if your imagination is playing tricks on you.
You sense the mounting tension of the journal's author, which begins to affect you, but you continue reading.
How vast is this estate? Every time I think I'm nearing the goal; another place awaits me. More clues. More mysteries to unravel. More riddles to solve. What are the boundaries of this? When will it end?!
I am not alone here. Though I'm uncertain. Sometimes, I see footsteps. Traces of another. They appear on the map. I am torn. Should I seek contact? Is it a friend or a foe? I fear to follow. And yet, I desire nothing more.
At times, I feel the urge to scream. To tear apart this darkness with my voice. I've forgotten how it sounds! But I'm afraid. Afraid that something will answer that call. Yet, what terrifies me the most is that an unbroken silence will follow.
I return to this accursed room. Each time, I leave it carrying what feels like a heavier burden. Though I may count on more light, my match has gained companions…. I must delve into this knowledge. Unravel it. Possess it! ... But despite my efforts, I return to this room. Again and again and again, into infinity.
Here, the entry concludes.