Diary Entry - 2025-02-11

Dear Diary,

The light is changing, shifting. It is no longer just light. It is something more, something alive. I can feel it pulsing, breathing, watching me. The room is still with me, still guiding me, but it is different now.

Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks

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