March 5, 3190. y→x

“I’ve got to be completely honest with you, the past few days I’ve been completely terrified. The dissociations have been happening at a much faster pace now. I’ve got to put in the mental effort to constantly remind myself that I’m alive, otherwise I become intangible and start slipping through things. Just yesterday I spent the entire afternoon stuck to the floor. At times I could feel the wooden splinters jab me at my side, and while I’ve been able to see you now whenever I can, I’ve been seeing doppelgangers in the corners of my vision. Different versions of me, at different times. They fill whatever room I enter, and I’m shown a deluge of all possible worlds.

It strikes me as incredibly sad that I see most of them smiling. Very few of them even look at me.

It’s like slowly edging onto the border to death, being entirely aware while it happens.”

Reply:

“I’m sorry you’re in pain. I told you that something like this might happen. Don’t worry, the last few days are approaching, and we’ll soon forget we ever had any pains at all.”