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It is quite hard to read, so here is what they say [with slight improvements] The beasts are fascinating. Entities of beauty and grace. I may have lost the things I loved to these creatures, but I prevail. My studies will be remembered for centuries... if only people would listen. I will be remembered as a genius among the greats. I have not seen daylight in years. I have been locked here with the demons of my mind and these entities. I have devoted my life to trying to understand these void beasts. If anyone is reading this, I am almost certainly long gone. Gods, save me. These creatures... they won't stop. They screech, as if they are being tormented by an otherworldly being beyond my understanding. The Entities: These beings. They faintly resemble the shape of a canine with razor sharp teeth. Though, they have one large, glowing blood-red eye on their foreheads. Instead of fur, they have a shadow-like substance. They are cold to the touch, like long-dead roadkill. I am still learning much about them. The Entities - entry 2: I have uncovered more information about these demons. Their wispy fur seems to pull in light, similarly to a black hole. They don't cast shadows and they fear light. They seem... sentient. I have befriended one, although I am unsure of how to communicate with it. The Entities - entry 3: I have been calling the befriended entity by the name "Spiorad." It seems to like the name. Although my rations are dwindling, I have found a way to create a farm of some sort. When I offered Spi an onion that I had grown it took it and ran, but it's a start. I am hoping to gain its trust. Wish me luck. The Entities - entry 4: Spi has taken a liking to the onions, even letting me touch its fur. The other entities, however, attempt to attack me if try to get close. I may have an idea for a way to communicate with Spiorad, but I must wait a bit longer before introducing it to it, as I am unsure if it'll understand. The Entities - entry 5: I have finally found a way to communicate! I have found that Spi can create small beep sounds, so I attempted morse code, saying ".... . .-.. .-.. --- --..-- / ... .--. .. .-.-.-" with a small, broken radio I found that can only produce high-pitched frequencies. ...Spi responded. The Entities - entry 5 continued: It responded with this. "[in morse code, scratch just considered the morse a bad word lol]Why, hello there." It stared at me with the most gentle gaze, its once fear-inducing, scarlet eyes now providing me with comfort. It dipped its head slightly, seemingly as a form of respect. I did the same. The Entities - entry 6. I have bonded with Spi. It helped me build a barrier of various stones and bricks we found to keep the feral entities out. We feel safer now, hidden out of sight. I would light a candle, but I fear I will scare Spi. I don't want to risk breaking our bond. We both respect eachother now. The Entities - entry 7. A horrible event has occurred. The ferals have broken through our barrier. Spi has been injured, but not in a way most creatures do. Where it had been bitten, each point where the feral's teeth pierced it's body, a blinding white substance came out, seemingly its version of blood. We must escape, quickly. The Entities - entry 8. I lifted Spi from the ground and fled... or at least tried to. The ferals reached me. I went unconscious soon after. ... When I awoke... I was in a hospital bed. Was this all a dream? I attempted to sit up, but I felt such a horrible pain shoot through my back that I fell back down. I was covered in bandages. So it wasn't a dream.. The Entities - entry 9. Its been a while.. huh? I have finally been released from the hospital. Now I have oddly pale scars where the ferals had harmed me, not like normal scar tissue. Quite visible against my coffee brown skin. Spi is still with me, just not in the physical realm. It visits my dreams at night, and I swear, I sometimes see a glowing red eye on my shadow. The Entities - entry 10. This is farewell, I guess. I have found inner peace knowing that Spi is okay, and that I can see it every night when I drift off into the grasps of sleep. I have no more to say. I may not be remembered, but I'm okay with that. I don't need fame. If you are reading this, thank you for finding interest in my story. Goodbye, my friend.