Wednesday, 2016-02-17

The truth, finally, the truth, shown to me! The cave showed me the truth. It reminded me of what I had forgotten, what I had chosen to ignore, the symbols growing bright red on its walls. Yes, bright and terrible, terrible red, but some more deep than others!

And those most terrible kept repeating, thrice in the same manner, and one time more, with a tail. For long hours, or so it felt, I stared at the revelation, I stared at the letters, I couldn’t look, I was hypnotised. I woke up. Finally, I woke up. It was evening. And all night, all night I stayed up. And I did it, I did it. Here is the transcription, again, so much more true to form:

A B C D E D F G B H
A I A J K K L D G M N O H D C B E O G P Q H H Q
B J H D D P R B A E A G S
A I A J K K L D G M N O H D C B E O G P Q H H Q
A E A J E A C D
A I A J K K L D G M N O H D C B E O G P Q H H Q
B R B T D G
A I A J K K L D G M N O H D C B E O G P Q H H Q
K C C U F F K J D G E B M B B

And in this true form, at last, I revealed its secrets! Analysing just the frequencies of letters in the non-repeating part, I found it!

i am eternal
asleep waiting
it is time
awaken

Oh, it took some shuffling around, it took some experimenting, but there are only so many combinations, now, with less letters involved, and less gibberish. And then, of course, I could apply the same rules, the same replacements, to the rest of the text.

And thusly transformed, the bold part yields:

i I i s K K L e n M N O l e m a t O n p Q l l Q
i I i s K K L e n M N O l e m a t O n p Q l l Q
i I i s K K L e n M N O l e m a t O n p Q l l Q
i I i s K K L e n M N O l e m a t O n p Q l l Q
K m m U r r K s e n t a M a m

Nothing. Nothing, NOTHING, N O T H I N G, worse than nothing, it is trash, useless, worthless, senseless! I even tried searching for the clear fragments, but they are too short, too general. I only know it is not English. Why, why, must it taunt me so?

The sun is rising. Oh, how the sight disgusts me. It, too, is taunting me, reminding me of another sleepless night, promising another day spent dreaming of insane symbols, always the same. And already I feel the strain, already I feel tired. And then there is the other desire, of which I dare not speak. No, I should just go to bed. Nothing good will come of this day if I stay awake much longer.

I did not know one could hate the sunrise until it became a reminder of my own fading sanity.

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