Tonight is the night. We are going to sneak past the blockade and enter the portal. Armitagos assures us it is safe...
Day 1:
We made it through in one piece...at least i think so. I saw things. Things I wish I could forget. When we arrived the wind shifted, Armitagos insisted we follow it.
Day 3: Land, there is land here, we won't die in a desolate sea, we should make it by nightfall. For a while there we were beginning to wonder if we just landed in a vast endless ocean, fortune favored us and the winds brought us here.
[Several pages have been torn from the diary]
Tentacles they said, just tentacles. That word does not begin to describe what we we we we we we we we we saaaw. [series of strange symbols] They morphed and phased as if passing through our dimension in and out. veins, blood us us us vessels appearing dissapearing flesh phasing in and out of we we we you me i us existense, as if it moves through more dimensions than our feeble minds can percieve...
[The pages are stained with some unknown fluid, mucus-like ]
The [unknown symbols] was a mistake. This is the end. Run hate fear love one one one with me you I we
Boat Safe alone me just me I no us no we
[the rest is incoherent unknown symbols]
[ most of the large jounal is filled with empty pages, as if the author intended this to be only the beginning]