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However, You Do Not Have To Worry About My Safety, For I Already Have…

While perusing my studies I came upon an interesting find…that is equally disturbing to me. This was among the travel logs that I have collected, it was hidden among the pages. It seems to depict a statue though the whereabouts are…difficult to ascertain…considering the journal seems to have been specifically purged of all mention of their destination…

It seems that this was created by the last surviving member of expedition. The artist’s notes on the matter however are most distressing…The artist scribbled on the back of the depiction, the writing is very sloppy but this is what I was able to transcribe from it… 

“It rests between here and there…A gate….The nowhere place…oldest… A gate…It waits”

If this relates to what I seek then I shudder at the implications of what this picture depicts…let us hope that this be only a delusion of a single man…

The world that our mind perceives is just one of many…some have come to the conclusion that there are as many as 10 dimension within our universe. Others havbe stated that there maybe another universe laid over our own and lingering just inches away from us…

Or will they see our world as we do…

so many questions…

I do not wish to pressure Old Face Magenta in making a statement as to our friendship or lack there of…the response offered is acceptable to me also…

Some days are longer then others…the secrets I know and what I have seen weigh heavy on my mind…

On those days a comfy chair and time are this stuffed bears best friends…

A prison can also be a home…