These entries were not written for you.

They were recorded in fragments — moments of observation, confusion, and something I am still struggling to name.

At first, I believed the objects were separate.
That each one could be understood on its own terms.

I was wrong.

They are connected.

Not physically. Not logically.
But through something that reveals itself only when you stop trying to understand it.

You will notice patterns.
You will feel certain things before you can explain them.

Do not ignore that.

Some entries are incomplete.
Some have been altered.
And some… I do not remember writing at all.

If you are reading this, then you have already begun.

— M