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Day 00

There were strange shapes in the sky last night.

Day 01

The paranoia has been getting worse. I can't leave the house some days. It feels like I'm being watched, or something? There's this weird intensity in the air. It gets better the higher up you get. I'm writing this from the roof.

Day 02

I guess this is an informal log now? Whatever. It's not like anyone is likely to read this. I managed to get to the station yesterday. It was open, but nobody was there, so I just grabbed some stuff and left. I don't think anyone will mind. There was a small tremor as I was walking back home, felt like a transport landed. Nothing out of the ordinary, even if nothing feels ordinary.

Day 05

Haven't gone out since the last entry. I have enough shit to last me at least a month. I eat and drink lightly if at all. The paychecks have stopped coming in, of course. Not that it matters. They won't evict me with the way things are. There are greater worries on everyone's minds.

Day 06

Fucking hell. It's the middle of the night and I'm on the roof again. I woke up shaking and drenched in sweat, though I can't for the life of me remember what the nightmare was about. My room was unbearable, though—I had to get up here. I can't go down until morning. There's something about the idea of my dark rooms underneath me. Might as well try to get some sleep. I sure don't have anything better to do.

Day 07

So remember when I said I was going back down in the morning? That was a fucking lie. I'm as far away from the stairwell as possible. There was an earthquake or something early in the morning, when the sun was still below the horizon. Woke me up straightaway. The pressure from beneath got really bad all of a sudden.

Day 09

I'm going to have to go back down for food at some point.

Day 10

Got hungry enough that I managed to sprint down to my unit and grab some shit. It was so goddamn quiet down there. It felt almost intentional. Nothing is that quiet unless it's making an effort.

Day 15

Where the fuck is everybody else? I haven't seen a single person since the day I went to the station. No transports in the air either. It's getting quieter and quieter. I don't want the silence downstairs to make its way up here, so I've been blasting some music from my speaker. It's not helping. Makes the lack of noise even more conspicuous, if anything.

Day 17

Is there such thing as a massive tectonic shift with absolutely no noticeable effects whatsoever? Because if so, I've yet to fucking hear about it. I am freaking the fuck out right now. There has to be a reasonable explanation for all of this, right? Maybe it's just me going insane, and everyone else is living in normality. That's honestly the best alternative at this point. Or I'm dreaming, but no, I can tell when I'm awake. This isn't reality, though, that's for sure. The horizon shouldn't be able to move like that.

Day 30

The sun is rising and its rays like the red pressure pushing up from beneath. Five fathoms full rages the lifeless sea below and makes not a sound. The sky squirms where it meets the earth. The horizon shrieks by that abomination. I can feel him behind the vast silence and close my eyes with holy dread. He drinks the milk of Paradise and it is me.