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Ive lost track of how many days Ive been in this cave. Ive tried going back but I am only met with turns I don't remember taking. My only option is to keep moving, forward or backward, it doesn't seem to matter. I have a feeling I am not going make it out a alive or make it out sane at least. Besides the darkness, visions of horror, abominations and images of things that I can't quite understand all assault my senses. They come and go but even then I still feel them there in the back of my mind. Just at the edges of my sight. Keeping this mental journal has helped, since I lost my satchel though not like I need anything. Not sure how long Ive been here again but I haven't felt hungry or thirsty. I just feel driven to keep walking. Maybe I am already dead and I just cant accept it. Well if thats true why do I taste blood in my mouth? Iam pretty sure the dead dont bleed. Or at least I think they don't. Why am I here anyway? Is risking my life worth seeing if my Father was telling the truth about my birth. That grief will drive anyone do anything. Even if it means playing god. Finding out will either make my name more or less ironic at least. I suppose I'll find out one way or another. I have nothing more to do then travel further into the abyss.

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Ive lost track of how many days Ive been in this cave. Ive tried going back but I am only met with turns I don't remember taking. My only option is to keep moving, forward or backward, it doesn't seem to matter. I have a feeling I am not going make it out a alive or make it out sane at least. Besides the darkness, visions of horror, abominations and images of things that I can't quite understand all assault my senses. They come and go but even then I still feel them there in the back of my mind. Just at the edges of my sight. Keeping this mental journal has helped, since I lost my satchel though not like I need anything. Not sure how long Ive been here again but I haven't felt hungry or thirsty. I just feel driven to keep walking. Maybe I am already dead and I just cant accept it. Well if thats true why do I taste blood in my mouth? Iam pretty sure the dead dont bleed. Or at least I think they don't. Why am I here anyway? Is risking my life worth seeing if my Father was telling the truth about my birth. That grief will drive anyone do anything. Even if it means playing god. Finding out will either make my name more or less ironic at least. I suppose I'll find out one way or another. I have nothing more to do then travel further into the abyss.