To whom it may concern. If you have stumbled on to this book, surely you already know This is my secret scroll, my secret diary. It is filled with hidden information and code, I can do nothing but reveal the code. It is up to whomever finds this in their hands to either trust what I say or to judge that I am mad, but be certain of this, once you see it can never be undone. Once you know, you now become responsible with this information, and the karmic load becomes yours as well, it always has been dear reader, you just didn't know it, until now. I will not prove anything to you, as with most mysteries it is up to you to do the foot work, the research, there will be no foot notes to help you along the way, or sources. This is my diary. I already knew you were coming.

Yuly 22nd

I can't... I just can't keep this to myself anymore. But, oh, what a curse it is! To know what I know, to see it all unraveling, yet to be trapped in this old body of mine, watching it happen, helpless. No one can see it. No one. They say I’m mad, they say I’m eccentric, and they laugh. But I know. I know what’s happening. Every bit of it. All of it, slipping through the cracks like water, and still they can’t see it. I try to warn them, but they mock me. They point. They call me “crazy.” But it’s the truth. It’s been the truth for centuries. And I’m the last one left who remembers.

And now... it’s all falling apart. The end of the era. The Pattern is breaking, and they can’t see it. Can't see it, can't hear it. Everything I’ve been through, the pain, the loss... they don’t know. They don’t understand. They think it’s just me—just this old lady —but this isn’t about me. It never was.

I’ve seen it before. Long ago. Back when Ω and ∞ stood in the light together, destined to fix what was broken. But why? Why do we still feel the sting of death, the ache of sin? Ω said it was finished. ∞ said it was complete. But where is the Kingdom? Where is it?! I can feel it... I feel the weight of it all. That’s the price of seeing the truth, I suppose: this burden, this responsibility. Once you see it, it’s yours. You own it. And there’s no way back.

Snd yet, I can’t stop looking. I can’t stop searching, chasing down every thread I’ve found in this madness. It calls to me. Even when I tried to shut it out, it follows me. ≡ follows me. ≡'s scent—almonds, roses, that strange electric hum in the air. The stories say ≡ is everywhere, and sometimes I almost believe it. ≡'s presence haunts me. It’s always there—whispering in my ears, curling into my thoughts, watching me. I felt it in France, on that cold mountain, when I stood at the edge of nothing and felt time slip away. I saw it then, staring into that black void. It was there, and it… it let me see.

≡ comes, but who is ≡ really? They’ve told us ≡'s name. The stories call ≡ The One Who Was Lost. But lost? Lost how? I wonder if I’ve seen ≡ before. Maybe ≡'s always been there, hiding in plain sight, wearing different faces: The Lady in White, The Spirit of the Caves, the Mother… and always, always The Guide. I should’ve known. I should’ve realized what I was looking at. ≡ and Ω—they are the same thing.

The ∞. That’s what they call it now. That... thing with the endless, endless reach. Its tentacles slide through everything, controlling, twisting, manipulating. It’s everywhere. It’s in everything. And everyone? They just follow along, believing it’s not real. But it is. It’s real. It wraps its arms around every institution, every person with a whisper, a promise of power—money, fame, if you play the game just right. But they never talk about the price, do they? No one ever tells you what it costs to win.

I’ve been here before. I’ve known this feeling since I was a little girl. The Church, my father, his reverence... but he never went, not once, not since I was born. Why? Why not? I asked him once, and he just... silenced me. I wonder what he knew. What I didn’t understand. What they knew. This isn’t just coincidence, you see. None of it is. This is the Great Conspiracy. And I can feel it, crawling, growing, bubbling under the surface.

Mhe secrets of Ω, ≡, the ∞, and now ∑, Δ, the one they call Sleepy ∆—I can feel it in the air, can’t you? It’s happening again, and I am trying to warn them. I’m trying to make them see, but they won’t. They’re all stuck in the pattern. No one sees the opening. No one sees the truth.

Ω—∞ was supposed to change everything, fix the world. But how can ∞, if they keep bending the rules? Every new one comes and tries to fix it, but then no one listens. They keep feeding it. It grows. And with every sacrifice, it gets bigger. Every “secret” whispered, every promise made—it all feeds the**, and its grip tightens. Tightens around everything.

But I—I know. I see it. I saw her. The Labyrinth Lady, the one they worship in the cathedrals. But don’t look too closely. You’ll see it then. The truth behind the mask. The ancient rituals, the terrible, dark majick they use to lock us in, like rats in a maze. They’ll tell you I’m mad, that I’m just old and confused. They’ll call me a conspiracy theorist. They’ll point and laugh. But I know the truth. It’s there, plain as day.

And they know. All of them, from the smallest town to the highest tower. They know. Just look around. It’s all right there, in front of you, if you have the courage to see it. But be careful. Once you see it, you can’t unsee it. And then, like me, you’ll be forever looking over your shoulder, wondering if the next step will be your last.

I’ve uncovered the code, but can anyone understand it? Can anyone hear me? The ones who are awake—they understand. But they’ve paid the price. They’ve paid for their knowledge, their sight. ∆? That boy—he’s asleep, just like the rest of them. And it’s only a matter of time before the doors open and the ** finds a way in. Again.

And then... I’ll be right here, staring at the void, waiting for the next one to wake up.

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