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[ tonight, when you return to your room, there's a journal waiting for you. it's open to the first page, with your name and the date written neatly in a rusty brown in the upper right hand corner.

as you step forward, the pages flutter in anticipation. ]

(( NOT DEADLY but not entirely safe. carry on winding down due to internet problems. feel

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What?

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[ 志葉 丈瑠 ]

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. . .

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[ . . . ]

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[ reaches out & touches the page ]

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[ the whole journal quivers under your fingertips ]

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[ turns a page ]

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[ there is a single line ]

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[ reads it ]

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[ at one stride comes the dark ]

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. . . what does this mean?

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[ . . . ]

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[ turns the page ]

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[ there is nothing there. ]

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[ picks up a pen & tries to write something on it ]

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[ the letters slowly start to twist ]