[Warning]
This story contains: copious references to Western urban legends, copious anti-religious hell jokes, and a lethal dose of logically incoherent abnormal people, humanoid creatures, and non-humanoid creatures...
For the sake of your mental health, if you feel uncomfortable while reading, please stop as soon as possible.
[Synopsis]
You got a notebook.
There is no need to trace its origins. Perhaps it was an inexplicably inherited heirloom, perhaps it was found in some neglected, dust-covered corner of an abandoned library, or perhaps it was solemnly handed over to you by a respected mentor...
In any case, you got it.
Its brown, nearly black leather cover looked old and heavy with age, and the brass corner guards set into it showed faint signs of bumps and damage. This was undoubtedly a journal more than a hundred years old.
The mysterious notebook continually exerted an irresistible pull on you.
At last, you managed to suppress the inexplicable unease in your heart and opened the leather cover.
Before you lay brittle, yellowed pages and somewhat messy cursive letters...
Theme: Life is a wilderness.
