Whispers in the Void

Previously

…The journal lay on the desk, a physical manifestation of the darkness that had always lurked at the edges of my consciousness. It was an uninvited guest, a harbinger of truths I had long suppressed, a catalyst for a journey I was now, terrifyingly, compelled to take. The fog of my amnesia was beginning to thin, and what lay beneath was slowly, inexorably, coming into focus. And it was a landscape I had never truly wanted to visit. The whispers were no longer confined to the pages of the journal; they were starting to echo within the very walls of my mind. And I knew, with a chilling certainty, that I could no longer afford to ignore them.