There once was a time when I saw the world as you do. Back before this cursed tome came into my possession. Only then were my eyes open to the monstrosities of this universe. That we are merely pawns in a celestial game of chess that we cant even begin to fathom. A game that has been played since before our time, mayhaps even before time itself. The fools say ignorance is bliss without even knowing how right they are. Maybe after reading this you too will come to understand fear as I have and learn never to linger in the shadows.

The tome is unlike anything else I have ever seen. Flesh and bone bound together by hair and preserved somehow unbeknownst to me. The pages that show themselves to me are filled with horrifying images of the occult, records of other people, of other times, and of other lands. Each one is written in blood that looks fresh, as if the author used his own veins instead of an ink well that very morn. Not every page is filled with notes however, scattered throughout are pages that appear blank, although when I gaze upon them I can't help but have a feeling of dread and unease, as if something is on that page that is so heinous that my being refuses to acknowledge it's very existence.

Upon picking up the book it had flooded my with experiences that are not my own. Of others before me, of times before recorded history to times that have yet to happen. Each focuses around the holder of this tome battling against a foreboding eternal darkness. I fear for my sanity for I have seen fates worse than death and I know what waits for me in the shadows. This will be a written journal of what I have seen, of the memories I posses that are not my own and eventually of my own fate for I have seen it yet I know there is nothing in my power to change it.