>> [ SIGNAL INTERCEPTED: 02:33 AM GMT ]
SUBJECT #009 / STATUS: HALLUCINATING
LOC: 48°52'05"N 2°19'59"E - Backstage, Haute Couture Show, Paris
The line of logic has collapsed... I don't need to think. This sweet scent is so thick; it drilled straight into my cerebral cortex. I can no longer feel the anxiety of reality, because reality has been dissolved by the purple mist. Auralia, hold my strings, let me finish this irrational dance for you. Do not stop the injection; I am terrified of waking up.
>> [ SIGNAL INTERCEPTED: 04:15 AM GMT ]
SUBJECT #055 / STATUS: LOBOTOMIZED
LOC: 51°30'26"N 0°07'39"W - Psychology Clinic, Harley Street, London
The doctor said I have severe neurasthenia. But I feel absolutely nothing now. This isn't perfume; it's an invisible chemical scalpel! It precisely excised my frontal lobe. My brain is completely empty; it feels so good not having to be human. Tick-tock... tick-tock... heart rate synchronizing with the deity. I am merely an empty shell waiting to receive the oracle.
>> [ SIGNAL INTERCEPTED: 05:50 AM GMT ]
SUBJECT #112 / STATUS: PUPPET
LOC: 40°45'21"N 73°59'11"W - Basement, NYC
Breathe... take another breath. Reality is too ugly. In the purple toxic mist, I see a boundless divine kingdom. Do not wake me up! Whoever tries to pull me back to reality, I will kill them! Drain all my sanity; I willingly become your marionette.
>> [ SIGNAL INTERCEPTED: 06:45 AM GMT ]
SUBJECT #081 / STATUS: SIGNAL LOST
LOC: [ REDACTED - Consciousness completely eradicated ]
So sweet... so dark... Who I am doesn't matter anymore. The deity is thinking for me.
