Ah, yes... the Prestihatitator. A marvelous invention, a true testament to the great mind of Wilson P. Higgsbury—the Wilson, yes, the one they all laughed at. But who's laughing now? Hmm? I've harnessed the very forces of this twisted world! Science and magic, united at last! The fools back at the university could never comprehend the brilliance of my work. They called me mad. Mad! Can you belive it?! Me? Mad?! HAHAHAHA! They wouldn't know innovation if it knocked their glasses off their smug little faces! But... the cost. Oh, the cost. These Nightmare Fuels, the strange substance needed to fuel the power of magic, they come from something called Evil Flowers. Fitting name, I suppose... They sprout in clusters, radiating with a dark energy that draws you in... I've collected so many of them. So many... But they… they take something from you as you pick them. They drain you. My mind—what's left of it—is unraveling, like thread slipping from a spool, falling apart. Every time I pluck one of those cursed flowers, I can feel it. The pull, the descent into madness.
The world—it shifts, it blurs at the edges now. My mind, a brilliant engine of discovery, is now cracking under the weight of these dark energies. The shadows… they're not just shadows, are they? No they are monsters. They are Shadow Monsters...They're moving. They see me. They will come for me... Like the last time... They know. Do they know? Of course, they know. Just like those idiots at the university—always watching, always judging. They thought I was mad then? Hah! Shame on them! They haven't seen madness! They never truly understood what it meant to push the boundaries of science. But I do. I see it. I did it. I'm on the cusp of something big. Bigger than they ever could have imagined!
I see things clearer now, through the haze, the blur... I've learned so much about this world, more than they ever could! Magic, yes, magic and science, hand in hand. The fools back home would never have believed it, but I—I have proven it. The Prestihatitator, oh, it hums with potential. I tried, yes, I tried to make things—brilliant things—but it's all locked behind this cursed Nightmare Fuel. And to get that, I need more flowers. More and more and more… I can still feel them, the flowers. The madness they carry in their delicate petals. Each one is a tiny drop of poison into my mind. But it's a price, yes, a price worth paying, isn't it? Right? What's a little sanity when you're standing on the edge of a discovery that could shake the very foundations of reality? What's a mind, anyway? Just a tool. They were never very impressed with mine, were they? Oh, but they'll see. They'll all see!
The world around me is strange now, stranger than before. It pulses with unseen forces. The shadows—those strange, creeping shapes—they're real. They whisper. I hear them, faintly, in the quiet moments between my thoughts. They're waiting for something, watching me stumble through this world, and I think… I think they want me to lose. But I won't. I can't. I've come too far, learned too much... Still, it's becoming harder to keep everything straight. The events, they blur together. Did I collect the flowers today, or was it yesterday? Does it matter? The days move fast here, faster than my mind can keep up. My thoughts—they scatter, jump from one thing to the next. Like those idiotic professors at the university. Always jumping to conclusions, never willing to explore the unknown. They couldn't see what was right in front of them! But I do. I see it now. I can't stop now. No, no, no I'm too close. Too close to something... important? Maybe? The Nightmare Fuel, the magic—it's the key. It has to be. I just need to push a little further, to unlock the mysteries of this place. I'm not insane. I'm not. I'm a pioneer. A visionary. A scientist, in the purest sense of the word. And if the shadows come for me, well… they'll have to fight me for my mind.
That's the end of Day… Day 24. Yes, that's right... Or was it 25? Maybe even 26..? No matter.. It... It doesn't...