[THE LENS OF TRUTH]
[I choose not to see what you do.]
[The blindfold is covering my eyes.]
[I fear what I will come to understand when I take it off.]
MEMY2D - the-interrogator
I'd be lying to myself if I said The Jouse hasn't been taking its
toll on me.
The more I stumble through its halls, obsessing over every detail and
writing in my pocket notepad, the more exhausted I feel.
Not the physical kind, though... I'm sure I've gone over plenty times
how that is irrelevant here, but a mental exhaustion.
My thoughts are becoming increasingly foggy.
It's harder to scrape what I can together, I'm becoming more reliant
on my old notes and recordings the more time I spend here.
Spending time here feels like walking willingly into a parasitic
relationship, where I'm getting my sanity drained just to make new
variants... was this how █████ felt?
█████... I can remember her face if I really try.
I can't tell if it's been that long or if it's the brain fog, but
my memory is beginning to slip.
Don't know how much more of this I can take, I need some coffee...
or some weed.
What the hell am I saying... yeah my vices will definitely not
make this worse right now, Kim, great going.
I'm pausing my recording here... nauseous.
I left The Jouse for a little while.
Didn't really go anywhere, just sat outside under a tree and took
a nap.
It helped.
It's not as bad now as it was during my last recording, so I think
I can recap what I did today.
There's three variants below the one with bookshelves... I haven't
gone into any of them, I prefer to observe and make a route before
doing anything just to be more efficient.
The one below bookshelves had a bunch of graves that spit out
confetti.
Below that was a pitch black floor, I thought there was a power
outage but then I remembered where I was.
BelowStupid tape unwound.
I have backups, but I don't think I could fix it in a very
time-sensitive manner with what I have on me right now, and I know
that going back home isn't an option anymore.
Where was I... ugh, damn it...
Whatever, I'm inside the Library now.
I'm staying quiet out of respect for the rulebook at the entrance.
I don't know who wrote it, maybe The Jouse itself, but even so...
I don't really want to know what happens if I were to break any.
None of these keys so far have any deep, woeful monologue parts
on them like the ones from Fake... they just have titles.
One of them was simply named "The Unwilling," which... isn't
concerning at all, totally.
The more I held that key in my hand, the more that nauseous
feeling and brain fog came back.
Maybe... the keys here are less about conveying meaning through
words, and more about raw emotion?
...can The Jouse feel?
What does it dream about?
I think I'm starting to sound crazy... I've been here far too
long.
I'm coming up on the maze, but I figured I should give a bit of
a recap of interesting events that happened before that last
tape went kaput.
Uh, let's see...
I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror today.