I... I think I'm losing it. No, know I'm losing it. I went to check my rabbit traps this morning—simple, straightforward task, yes? Just some rabbits, caught in the traps I'd set. Routine. Normal. Except... except they weren't rabbits. No, no, no, not rabbits at all. They were... things. Dark things. Twisted, shadowy creatures... The kind of thing that you shouldn't see, that shouldn't even exist. But they do. Oh, they most certainly do. And they looked at me, through me, as if I were the one caught in the trap, not them. But they're just rabbits, right? R-right? I've seen them before, soft, furry... edible... But now they're... they're monsters. I killed one of them—out of habit, I think—and its body... it wasn't right. No morsel, no delicious little bit of meat to keep me going. No, what I pulled from that trap was something far worse. Monster meat. Foul, inedible, crawling with some unseen taint. It's not food, not anymore. Nothing is. Not when everything's turning to monsters...
Wait. Am I the monster? Is it me? No, no, that's silly. I'm Wilson, The Gentleman Scientist. I have my theories. I'm logical. I'm... I'm fine. Just a minor... lapse in perception. Nothing more. The brain is a curious organ, prone to misfiring under stress. That's all. But the shadows... the shadows are real, aren't they? No, they can't be. But they are! They whisper, and they move, and I see them in the corner of my eye, always there, never gone. I know they're watching, waiting for me to... what? Make a mistake? But I'm a scientist! I don't make mistakes, no! I discover things. Yes, discovery. Discovery is messy, but necessary.
Where was I? Oh, right, the rabbits. They're all wrong now. Every one of them. Dark and twisted, like everything else in this world. No... no, no, no. Focus, Wilson, focus. There's a rational explanation. Stress, fatigue, lack of food. Yes, that's it. When did I last have a proper meal? A real one, with flavors and warmth and satisfaction. Mmm... roast, perhaps? With a side of... no, no. There's nothing like that here. Just carrots and seeds and—Monster meat! Yes, monster meat. Not for eating. No, no, not for me. But why not? What's so wrong with a little... twisted flavor? Everyone could use a little spice, couldn't they? No, stop. Bad idea. Very bad. Can't eat the monster meat, or it'll eat me, won't it? Yes, I think it will. I can't trust it. Or the rabbits. Or anything, really.
You know, I could use some tea. Tea would be nice. Warm. Soothing. Do they have tea here? Is there a tea biome? Ha! Imagine that, a land of rolling hills and steaming kettles. Oh, I'd like that. But there's no tea. No food. Nothing.
Wait, where was I again? Oh, right—sanity. Yes. That's slipping, isn't it? My brain's playing tricks on me. The whispering's getting louder, and the shadows are... everywhere. I see them. I know they're not real... or are they? Could be. I've seen stranger things. Like the Treeguard. Ha! A walking tree! And the hounds—oh, those hounds. Nasty little buggers. Teeth and hunger. They want to tear me apart, but I won't let them. I'll outsmart them! I always do. HAHAHA!
But the rabbits... the rabbits are different now. They've changed. Or maybe I've changed. Maybe the world looks different because I'm different. Am I still me? Or am I becoming something else? Is this what madness feels like? It's not so bad, really. A bit like swimming in deep water. You know you're sinking, but it's almost peaceful... almost. But I can't sink, not yet. No, no. There's too much to do. Winter is coming. The hounds are coming. The shadows are coming. But first... first I need to... what? What was I saying? Ah, yes. The rabbits. Strange creatures. Best not to eat them anymore. Best not to trust anything anymore. Not even myself.
I'll just... I'll just sit here for a bit. Gather my thoughts. If I can find them... Hahaha...