entry #5:
quite a bit of time has passed since my revelation that i Built all of this. trying to measure the passage of time has grown somewhat meaningless, but if i had to guess, it's been about 4 months since my last entry. in that time, i have been searching this godforsaken world for any clue as to how i could trigger an End. i saw more of those smoke creatures appear. it seems that every time they break something up, the world starts to rebuild itself. i wonder if they're some kind of digestive aid for the After? i digress. after a fair amount of fear and hiding, i approached one of the vapor clouds. as soon as i was within 10 feet, it stopped singing and slashing at the ground. it floated, still in the air, or as still as clouds of smoke can be, and i heard a noise.
it sounded like radio static at first. it was overwhelming, like it was coming from within my own head. slowly, the static evened out. it faded into white noise, then into ambient music, and slowly, into vocal patterns. i made out a voice singing words i couldn't comprehend. i couldn't even be certain it was a language at all and not just vocalizations. as the sound enveloped my senses and evolved, the smoke being moved ever closer. i tried to run away. i tried to scream, to do anything. i was stuck in place like a statue. my vision began to blur as the smoke came close enough to surround me, and the singing grew steadily louder, almost like screaming.
as my vision gave out, i suddenly came to in a formless gray void, with nothing to mark my relative position but a chair, a side table, and a beautifully ornate, albeit slightly tacky, stained glass lamp. as i took in my surroundings, i noticed a note on the table, which read, "turn on lamp for help." i pulled the brass chain and the lamp clicked on. a warm yellow light overtook the space and, as if summoned from nothing, a room replaced the gray void, with walls covered in seemingly hand-bound books, a desk with an odd mixture of tools, all for different materials and purposes altogether, and a perpetual ceiling that never quite took a form. i called out, asking for help.
"oh!" a head popped up from behind the desk. "company? but nobody's gotten this lost in ages!" out from the desk came a short and stout man, though human terminology wouldn't be fully accurate. he was covered in graying brown fur and had two buck teeth sticking out of his mouth, but unlike the rest of his beaver-like characteristics, his tail was more akin to a raccoon's. he had a large mustache an eyebrows that seemed to obscure his eyes entirely, save for two small, kind-looking beads that seemed to ache for a task.