[null],

i’ve left the house behind, along with a fragment of myself. if this message has any hope of reaching you then it must have let you out too.

my days are getting shorter. nights go on forever. and in my dreams, i’m always in that place. falling back exactly where i left off. something’s pulling me away. waking life feels less real every time i open my eyes. i can feel the surface cracking. 26 more rotations.

my memory is starting to go. even the little things. like mist over falling water. visible one moment, scattered the next.

where do i send this letter?

have i forgotten?

who are you?

[null]

[this message has been intercepted by an unknown source]