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The following message was found in a large glass jar, next to the remains of a fairy of some sort:
“If you’re reading this then I am likely already beyond help. It feels like I’ve been wandering these lands for a millennia already, yet I am no closer to my goal. I don’t remember who I am anymore, or how I’m able to write this. This realm, this entire reality, was created just for me by her. And she will not leave me alone. She says my blue eyes are eternal, and then I am able to see the grotesqueries of eternity as a result. I can see in all of it’s cosmic horror that I am bound to existence only as someone else’s thought. It has taken all of my strength just to write this down in the few hours that she is not here. I don’t know when she’ll return, or what awful rites of passage she will make me undergo. I didn’t want children. I didn’t want adventure. I didn’t want any of this. If you’re not simply another figment of her imagination, I give you only these words:
Do not trust Jenna. Do not interact with Jenna. If you meet someone by that name, run. Run as fast as you can away. I am already doomed.”