You spend time in this room, though an irresistible feeling lingers that it's not to your advantage. Still, you can't tear yourself away from the journal, these few memories penned by those who were here before you.
The crackling flame in the fireplace dances light on the aged pages of the journal as you continue to read.
I don't know how long I've been in this Mansion; it feels like time is slipping away, losing its meaning here. I wander through its corridors, each time stumbling upon something new that my hands hadn't sensed in the darkness before… But perhaps my surroundings are changing, maybe someone is playing with my sanity, trying to drive me into madness?
My expeditions have borne their first fruits. I managed to reach the upper floor, and the map changed when my feet touched the final step. This house defies the laws of physics; its construction eludes my imagination.
This success has a bitter taste; the fruits of my search are being devoured by larvae. Part of the floor is beyond my reach; I see it clearly on the map, yet no doors lead there. As I tried to open another one, I could swear I heard something, like scratching on the other side. Is someone cursing me? Has the time come to pay a steep price for my deeds?
In one of the rooms, I stumbled upon a peculiar symbol. If I've learned anything so far, it's that phenomena like this are significant to me. I recorded this place in the journal, but I must continue searching; I need more clues.
Here, the entry concludes.