My mind fills with fog; the cycle continues. While I can form coherent thoughts, I can relate that the potion I brewed six years ago continues to cause me to oscillate between civilized and uncivilized, between rational researcher and irrational beast.
I shall relate my experiences as best as I can in my journal, despite the fact that it’s becoming more difficult to hold such a fine instrument.
My vision begins to sharpen, as if the emerging animal is ready to hunt. Sound becomes more immediate and smells vibrant. I’m feeling fury, hate, anger! Blood shall be mine! Hate! KILL!!!
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