I took some time off studying.

It's too much for me mentally.

I can still see its face.

It smells breath.

It's a name he told me.

Why did he say the reader?

Who is that?

What do they have to do with this?

The more I think of it, the more my head starts to ache.

The strange effect feels like the more I think of it, the more I can feel them.

The memory fogging up.

I felt as if the closer I got, the further it was to move away.

Anyway, I just took some exaggeration before I sat down and writing this.

I can't help but shake the feeling of being watched.

Like my every move and every word is being written down.

Maybe it's rising through the ladder of universes that makes me more and more unstable.

I've seen a ton of my travels, some more disturbing than others.

The next universe I went to after the religious zealot universe.

Let's call it guinea-one and so on.

It all started with a flash of light.

The blinding flash more so than the last teleportation I went through.

It was brighter and more violent.

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