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A letter with pixelated blood lining the bottom. It reads as follows: Maz, I can't anymore. The V̸̤͔́̋́͑͛̌̒̕͝͝o̸̒̄̾̿̇̈́̿̒̈́̄͝͠i̸̢̛̤̜̟̅̽̾̓̿̓̕͘͘͝d̵̛̛̛̻̍́̓̏̒͋́̅̏͑̌̐̂͘ is empty and cold, yet it is full and writhing. This makes no sense until you experience it yourself, until you feel that emptiness fill your blood and bones and muscles and headspace with the sensation of Loss. You mourn yourself. Your insides are stuck in a vat of ice, and they sink into the tar pit that all your intrusive thoughts and hatreds become. THAT is the V̵̳̮̇o̷̳̬͗i̵̖̺̍͝d̵̠̋̚ . And I'm almost filled to the brim with it now. There is no way to gain satisfaction as I am. There is no death. There is no success. I can't make it back because a lamb is in the way. I cannot stay dead even as he burns my body into nothing over and over and over again. I’d like to, Maz. But I do not have a choice in the matter. Every time I come back, I want to wear that golden lambskin all the more. The meat and the blood and the calcified bones of people who used to know me... the Voice tells me to claw and tear and melt and laugh until I see them for myself. I'm supposed to admire every piece of those people. I'm supposed to use them and devour them. It's supposed to make me whole. That's what the Voice wants me to believe. It's finally starting to make sense. I forgot who you were to me, but you're the only name I remember. I don't even know my own anymore. You must have been important. So if you get this... don't come here. I've already forgotten who I am. You're better off forgetting me, too. Signed, Yours.