Dear Diary,
The figure spoke today. Its voice was soft, almost a whisper, but I could hear it clearly. It told me to come closer, to join it in the light. I was afraid, but I knew that I had to obey. The room was telling me to follow.
Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks
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