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// Entry #459*(@*$%% 
// Story: The Terror's Dream 
// by GrouchoMarxDisciple 
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This entry was first in the book, though it appears to have been the last written.

It is all for naught. All of it, all of us, harmony, friendship...

I must gather my thoughts. I am smarter than this. I cannot allow myself to be so easily broken, so easily battered. I admit my findings are rather disturbing, and I cannot fully comprehend the things I have found. One thing is certain, though. Whoever said "knowledge is power" has a lot to learn about the world.

All night, that Luna-cursed poem has been rushing through my head. Over and over I see him, sitting there, writhing in pain, wanting the madness to stop, wishing to wake up from this nightmare. Oh, how I long to return to that blissful state of ignorance! I had a life, I had hopes and aspirations. I had a family, a job...

What do I have now? What have I accomplished? Faust-curse it, I cannot say I am glad to have taken this road. What imagined life I had is gone, now. I cannot work. I cannot love. I no longer feel happiness or sorrow, warmth or cold, love or hate. For how can you "feel" an emotion that is not yours? I have no emotions, for I have no me.

And if She wakes up, I cease to exist.

There is still time. While saving myself or my race is far out of hand, what magic I still have left I can use. I will send this manuscript, along with the key to the cypher, through the one dimensional portal I can still create. I just hope someone reads it. Someone finds it. My life may be in vain, but the warning can, perhaps save them.

Or, as I write this, I shudder. What if, through my writing, I reveal something about the Faust-world not even they were meant to know?

Oh, by the gods, I cannot stay here while a people live in ignorance, and die in vain. The truth must come out, now that I know it, and the people must wake up. They must wake so that She still slumbers.

If no action is taken, they are just as doomed as us. Here the text switches to plain English. I beseech you, whoever finds and reads this book, to use this knowledge as you see fit. The horrors of this life may be spared you and your people, if you read this tome and take to heart all it says.

Guard your sanity, for it is the dearest thing to you. Never let hope die... Die. Death. Despair...

No! I must finish my instruction! The nurse may come in at any second, and I must have sent it by then. Sent... Sending, sender, oh how fun words are! Wax, wane, wont, want...

Sleep. Dream. Imagine. Believe. Sleep as She sleeps, dream the most joyful dream...

Go. Go to sleep.

The text ends here.