I haven’t had the urge to update lately. Things just seem so very lost. Ava’s gone, deities only know where, we apparently have an army of super powered assholes that know what we’re going to do before we do it to deal with on top of the eldritch abomination, and it just gets harder and harder to resist it.
Some people have claimed to talk with it. Others have claimed that it projects a voice into their heads. For me, I hear music. It’s seductive and beautiful, possibly the loveliest melody I have heard in my life. There are no lyrics, no words, but I still know what it says. Come to me. Come to me and all this will be over. You won’t have to be afraid or lonely anymore. No more pain. All you have to do is come to me and it will never hurt again.
It’s so hard at night lately. It reminds me of the siren songs of legend, where the siren would sing and the men would run and leap open arms off their boats to their doom, joyful the whole time. And that’s how I feel, sitting in my window having our nightly staring contest. Like all I need to do is walk out that door and just let it be over.
I’m just so tired of being afraid.