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From the Diary of Dr. Paul Trask, Phd
Nothing else is so deceitful as the delusion of peace. For some perverse reason, we humans crave control: we desire to believe that our universe is completely scrutable, and in harmony with us.
For thirty years I have perversely given in to this racial or self-inflicted madness and tried to deny the overriding truth of what I have seen. I have delved in dark places, read scrolls and tomes that would blast the sanity of most men, and I have seen... things that prance and run and howl beneath the light of the moon and around unholy monoliths of black basalt. In all of this, I tried to find rational explanations in the works of Jung and Frasier, to find meaning in the quaint sophisms of our myopic human thinkers.
But now I can no longer discount the ineradicable truth: we are not only not alone in this universe, but we are equally under siege. There is no escape, no returning. And thanks to what I now know, there may be no hope.
In these annals, I shall attempt to recount the details of what I can only describe as my induction into a civilization that has for millennia lain beneath our recorded history: a culture that is privy to the secrets that roil behind our quaint vision of reality. Let the reader beware.
For thirty years I have perversely given in to this racial or self-inflicted madness and tried to deny the overriding truth of what I have seen. I have delved in dark places, read scrolls and tomes that would blast the sanity of most men, and I have seen... things that prance and run and howl beneath the light of the moon and around unholy monoliths of black basalt. In all of this, I tried to find rational explanations in the works of Jung and Frasier, to find meaning in the quaint sophisms of our myopic human thinkers.
But now I can no longer discount the ineradicable truth: we are not only not alone in this universe, but we are equally under siege. There is no escape, no returning. And thanks to what I now know, there may be no hope.
In these annals, I shall attempt to recount the details of what I can only describe as my induction into a civilization that has for millennia lain beneath our recorded history: a culture that is privy to the secrets that roil behind our quaint vision of reality. Let the reader beware.