❗️BODY GORE❗️
INT Magnus Institute Library
(All is **DARK**. The small, cramped room of luxury and study is overgrown with a **DARKNESS** and **FOG** so dense that it lands in solid chunks at the bottom of your lungs.)
(Lights illuminate a **FIGURE** standing behind a desk.)
he haunts me, in dreams, in the waking world. his absence casts a gloom over every day god drags the sun across the sky. he is half of me, and he is not here, and i can feel his memory eating at whatever is left of me.
MORE OFTEN THAN NOT,THE DOG THAT BITES IS THE DOG THAT THINKS HE HAS NO OTHER OPTION; I FEEL AS THOUGH MY BODY LANGUAGE MUST BE CONSTANTLY SCREAMING IF YOU DO NOT KEEP YOUR FINGERS OUT OF THE BARS YOU ARE GOING TO GET THEM TORN OFF.
(There is a scream of **AGONY** and then silence.)
[A U D I O V I G I L O O P P E R I O R]
(Cut to black. Silence. The camera runs out of tape with a horrible clattering sound.)
[FIN. 🤎]
❗️BODY GORE❗️
INT Magnus Institute Library
(All is **DARK**. The small, cramped room of luxury and study is overgrown with a **DARKNESS** and **FOG** so dense that it lands in solid chunks at the bottom of your lungs.)
(Lights illuminate a **FIGURE** standing behind a desk.)
(The film cuts to black. There is a generation loss of two eyes, dark and sentient and remorseful, burned onto the screen. Above it, text prints itself, accompanied by typewriter clacks.)
[T H E D I A R Y O F D A N E O ' L E A R Y]
[10.31.2024]