Notes (MASSIVE SPOILERS)
"I remember a fall, a sense of relief, then nothing. A vast empty space where a lifetime of memories should be. I try to remember more, but my thoughts seem slippery and hard to hold."
"When I pull this book from my pocket, its first entry mirrors my thoughts to the letter. I know it seems unbelievable, but I'm pretty sure I wrote these words, even if I can't seem to remember doing it."
"I'm awake again, headed toward the final stop on a mysterious Metro I don't remember boarding. In my pocket, there's a book with words written in my voice and an intricate drawing of the Tower marking the last entry. It all seems so very familiar, and yet, there's so much I can't remember. I've decided to sign my name after every entry. Maybe that'll help.
Note 4 is a picture, and therefor is not here
"Back on the Metro again, the book in my pocket tells me I've already been here, already done this. At the final stop, I exit. Not sure if I've done that bit before. Writing it down helps. I can feel parts of my old life drift away when I try too hard to remember. That scares me. Not that I have any say in the process."
"There's a man here when I exit the Metro this time. I don't think he was here before. Still, his face is vaguely familiar. As he tears my ticket, he tells me about the Tower in the distance. Its impossible shape feels like something out of a dream. If I stare at it too long, my head starts to ache."
"The man is here again, just like the last time. When he tears my ticket, our eyes meet, and he seems so sad. For a brief second, it feels like he wants to tell me something. The moment passes when I see the Tower. There's a pounding in my head when I look at it, a feeling that only lessens as I draw nearer."
The constant repetition of all this is beginning to feel like madness. Why can't I remember? I know I've done all this before. What's worse, I can't seem to stop myself from doing it again. It's like some unseen force is driving me, but every time I try to wrap my head around what that force might be, something pops up to distract me, and it slips away."
"9. The oblivion I'm owed","No matter how high I climb, the dull ache in my head never entirely goes away, even as I reach the top of the Tower. From the only balcony, I stare down at the world below, waiting for the oblivion I'm owed... I wait for hours, maybe even days... It never comes."
"I remember a fall, a sense of relief, then nothing. I try to remember more, but the ache in my head howls as I stare up at the Clocktower's balcony. My eyes fill with tears as I read the story of an eternity of death and rebirth without end."
"When I get to the last entry, something in my mind fractures, turning the volume down on the pain. The Tower ahead has stopped rattling my skull with its siren's call, and without the constant pain to drive me, this all seems more meaningless than ever."
"Out of sheer habit, I repeat my efforts to climb the Tower, same as before, but my heart is no longer in it. I go through the motions, refusing to engage any others in my journey. Still, the unseen will behind the curtain forces me to relive my inevitable failure over and over again."
"As the contempt in my chest brews, I can't even summon the strength to climb the Tower anymore, choosing instead to throw myself down onto the Metro's third rail over and over. It brings no relief."
"Adrift, with no pain to propel me to its peak, I find myself wandering from my predetermined path. Not just among the ramparts above but also into the dusty chasm secretly tucked away below. When I stumble upon a hidden laboratory, I begin to wonder if the answers I've been chasing have been down here all along."
"This laboratory is stingy with its secrets, but my instincts tell me there's something hidden in the machinery of this infernal place. Something that can spirit me away to my final rest. The others have tried to pry me from my purpose and return me to the maddening climb. But I will not."
"The constant knocking tells me I'm on the right track. They know there's power here. Perhaps one I was never meant to possess. But power, just the same. I've barred the door to keep the constant interruptions at bay. Still, their barely audible nagging remains, constantly ringing in my ears, even when all around me is silent."
"The chattering whispers are getting louder as I pull every lever and press every button. I've tried to cover my ears, but the haunting resonance of distant voices is inescapable. I've even gone to unexpected lengths, deafening my left ear in the process. It's no use. The voices are with me now, and they will remain until I break free of my tiny little hellscape."
"Today, a breakthrough. I want to chronicle every detail, but the voices do far more than simply speak. They listen. What's worse, I think those desperate, cloying little spies can see everything I see. It's only in the deepest recesses of my mind that my thoughts are genuinely safe."
"I've found that giving a little of myself to the machine yields impressive results, resulting in an almost endless supply of tiny little vessels to draw life from. The price for the exchange turned out to be far more reasonable than I imagined."
''"My work here is done. With my plan set in motion... This place will not hold me in its damnable clutches forever. I will make my escape."],
