Convergence
12/20/1999
It’s getting harder to keep track of time. I’ve been seeing it everywhere — the shadows in the mirror, the strange ticking of the clocks. The convergence is happening. And the worst part is... I think it's already inside me.
The entity that watches through the mirrors, the one I thought was the only one, has a partner. The man in the coat. I’ve only ever seen him through the clocks, but I know he’s there. I hear the ticking and feel the weight of his gaze every time I check the time. It's like he's waiting for something. Like he's waiting for me to understand.
The mirrors are worse. They no longer just reflect; they distort. I saw something moving behind me today, something that wasn’t there when I turned around. Something pulling at the edges of my reality.
And I can’t help but feel that all of this is connected. The clocks and the mirrors are more than just symbols. They are the instruments of the convergence. The man in the coat controls time, and the entity controls the reflection. But together, they want to control me.
I don't know how much time I have left. The 31st is closing in fast, and I fear what might happen when the convergence reaches its peak.
The clocks are ticking. The mirrors are watching. And they are coming for me.