Diary Entry - 2024-08-25

Dear Diary,

I touched the box today, but I didn’t open it. It’s cold, unnaturally so, like it’s absorbing all the warmth around it. The longer I held it, the more I could feel something inside, something moving, alive.

Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks

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