Diary Entry - 2024-08-12

Dear Diary,

The sunistheoldestroom feels different today. The air is thicker, like it’s holding secrets. I wandered through the halls again, but this time they seemed longer, stretching beyond where they should end. There’s a low hum, almost like a vibration, and I can’t tell if it’s coming from the walls or from me.

Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks