A New Plane
1989, September 4th
Today I look in the sky of a plane that I've yet to research. I needn't know the details, I needn't know it's story. I am here to be the pioneer of knowledge, the pioneer of the fallacy of life. I discovered this plane, and it's a sightless sight. Nothing of interest, but it shall be known is beauty. An endless field of serenity. I can touch the morning dew on the tall blades of grass, and I lie here in bliss.
I needn't say more, and I shan't say less. I shall conduct further research on this plane, I must know more. I shan't be ignorant any longer. This shall be known to the thousands of wanting eyes.
What Creatures Lie in the Dark?
1989, September 21st
Though I may not see an end in sight, I know there is little that can be held. Taking count of days, weeks, months, if it even has been that long isn't what needs to be counted, it's the serenity. Silence as the wind blows, silence as I think. But, even if only for a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a second I wasn't alone. I needn't think further than the feeling of "being watched".
I shan't be left in the dark. I shan't be ignorant any longer. Or is ignorance bliss? Am I only blissful in this plane since I haven't the knowledge? What haven't I discovered? What lies in the dark only known to the dark itself?
Update
1989, December 3rd
It must've been quite the while since I last wrote. Dreams have been had.
They are here, in this plane. They are one. And this plane? I needn't know the exit. I shall stay.
What They Aren't
1989, December 15th
Benevolent, they may be, but suffer the consequences they do not. They are not mortal in a way that I can speak of. They never come close, and then needn't look human. I understand their purpose.
Snap out of this trance.
Fallacy
1990, January 7th
There must've been a fault in my thinking. I was stuck in this forever-fallacy of blissfulness. A trance that took hold, and held it's grasp tight. The sky shimmers a dull grey, and winter is here. There cannot be protection from it. There must only be grass, and fog in this plane.
This may be serene, but is it truly blissful? I may like to believe I know the date, and I may like to believe I enjoy it here. Everyone want's bliss. Am I mistaken? Am I wrong to think this way? I needn't find answers, because answers have found me.
A being rises out of the horizon, a silhouette to the grey winter mist, and the dew-filled grass. It isn't like anything you've seen before, do your eyes deceive? It's adjacent to a squid that cannot be, but what kind of description is that? You are there, so why do I need to narrate? Look and see, it's a guardian of knowledge.
In this grassy plane there is nothing here, and similarly you have nothing to fear. No pain is upon you, you've checked, haven't you? You could stay here for a million years, and you would be fine. But the protection of the guardian comes at a cost, you should already know that, right? Everything has an equal and opposite reaction, as they say. And what's the opposite of life, I ask you?
That's right, death.