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Date: Perhaps two months after the incident? Unsure
Dimension: K7’6’1
Location: Just outside the city limits of Klokliothe
Weather: Snowing (methane)
Observations:
This dimension is not safe. When it is not snowing methane, it is raining sulfuric acid. When the winds are not strong enough to literally lift me off the ground, the silence is enough to drive me mad. His eyes are everywhere. I need to escape.
Luckily, there are some kind souls here, who have told me of the presence of natural time rifts; temporal anomalies which occur without outside interference, and can be used to dimension hop. Apparently, dimension hopping is a sport in many dimensions, played by adrenaline junkies. And refugees.
I managed to craft a device to pinpoint the weak spots in reality. Using it, I have located a potential location of a natural time rift. I was also told the signs of a rift opening, and have seen them all within the last hour:
- Bright lights (resembling the “will-o-the-wisps” of European myth)
- Visual static
- A sense that time is slowing down or speeding up
- A hush like the one that follows a heavy snowfall, despite the presence of winds which should be howling
Conclusions:
It is time to leave. I know not where I may arrive. All I know is that this dimension is not built for humans to survive. I know not whether I will survive the journey. Will I be torn apart? Will I suffocate? It doesn’t matter; I have no choice. As they would say back home, Godspeed.
Notes:
Will I ever escape him, his minions, the extent of his reach?
Will I ever return home?