You enter a very deranged room. Walls and floor covered in painted words of fear, hate, and dread. He is already here. He is coming. Free the mind, Free the soul.
There are parts of the wall that contain weird symbols in a specific order. a magnifying glass, an 8, an uwu, and a flame. And right under them are a spiral, a venn diagram, a cog, and a sun. The symbols are coloured a specific way. some of them yellow, some of them purple. You have no idea the purpose of the symbols. but you suspect they have something with your sburb session.
Another 2 entries line the wall.
Entry number 21,
She is perfect. She is exactly like me, but a baby. I can't wait to raise her just like I was raised.
Entry number 22,
he is coming. He, however, is already here. I must now kill myself before anything drastic comes along. I will trust my progeny in the only other bird I know. I hate that I have to do this, but baby me needs a mother, and I can't offer that, not with what I know and what I must do. Goodbye for now, and forever. Bys, if you're reading this, don't try to come back for me. And Syb, when you read this, I want you to know that whatever my clone does, please don't hold it against her, she comes from a world where you are everything, and so she holds it against you.