Prolouge: Listen Closely

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Static crackles, followed by uneven, shallow breaths. The voice is shaky, as though the speaker is struggling to hold onto their sanity.

["I don't know what's real anymore. It started slow—little things, just... whispers at first. But now? Now, I see it. I see everything. They said I was crazy, but I know. I know what's out there. It's not just a myth; it's older than anything we've ever known. And it's awake. It's waiting."]

There's a moment of silence, the speaker struggling to keep their voice steady.

["I thought I was doing good... thought I was helping. But... I am not a monster. No. No, they made me this way. They twisted everything... I didn't do it... I didn't..."]

The voice falters, slipping between sobs and wild laughter, as if the speaker is spiraling into madness.

["It's watching me, always watching. I can hear it... scratching, whispering my name in the dark. It knows. It knows what I've done. What I'll become."]

The voice drops to a terrified whisper.

["I don't want to die. But how can I live like this? How can anyone? There's a shotgun... one shell left. That's all I need. One shot, and I can end it. Maybe it's better that way. Maybe it's the only way."]

A long pause, the air heavy with static, as if the speaker is making a final decision.

["But... what if it's already inside me? What if... what if it's not out there at all?"]

The tape cuts off suddenly, leaving only the faint hum of the static.

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