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[Hide] (34.8MB, 720x480, 09:45) It's time I spoke up on this. I have born the brunt of this curse for most of my life and have stayed in silence, but my sanity wanes and I can no longer continue on without others knowing the burden I bear.
Since I was a small child, Stuart Little has appeared to me in the dark recesses of the world around me, sometimes watching from the furthest corner visible to my naked eyes, sometimes at the foot of my bed briefly as I wake in the dead of night before the sacred light of dawn reveals all. Worst of all, sometimes he choses to reveal himself to me in my sleep, enrapturing me in indescribably horrific nightmares which I do not wake from until his unholy visage is burned into the deepest parts of my lizard brain.
In such visions he reveals putrid and loathsome knowledge. The knowledge that my physical body is a prison for my immortal soul indefinitely. The dates in which I will know when those closest to me, the ones I hold most dear, will cease to be. The dates of when events in the world will take place and the extent at which they will further erode all that is, only for such knowledge to be taken from me before I rise. It is accompanied with the inexplicable feeling of him taking away aspects of myself every time. Sometimes he will steal strips of my flesh. Sometimes he will gnash his teeth into my flesh and drink the blood as I am unable to scream or resist. The pain is unbearable, like the lashings of unfathomable stinging insects devouring the carcass of carrion. Other times he will take memories and thoughts for me. I do not know the extent of what parts of my reality or recollection are truly my own, and how much of it, if any, remains unmolested by his dark and unknowable influence.
I write this because I am left with no choice. It may be too late for me as it is. But do not think for a second that he will not do the same to you if he sees fit to do it. I beg you to not make the same mistakes as me.
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