Dear Bartender,

  I apologize for not knowing your name however, I bestow you this journal as payment. This may not be the form of compensation you were seeking for payment but, it is better than whatever currency you folks use these days.

  You are most likely cursing that drunk who skipped out on his tab right now, as would I. I'll have you know, this collection of papers bound in leather is what your kind would call a seed, and is your best means of bettering your current position.

  I can imagine your face scorching red with rage after reading that remark, it brings a smile to my face. Visualizing the frustration of one so ignorant to the way of the world is very entertaining. Are you that content with wasting your life away by serving pisswater to vagabonds in some shithole to argue?

  If so, that is quite sad.

  Honestly, I don't know how your kind managed to be so dominant for so long. Nevermind my tangent, this is not the medium to do so, nor do I give a damn to pursue it.

  My reason for leaving you this is as a means of passing the metaphoric torch. Before the veil was lifted off the world, when I still cared about maintaining order, would have given this to another member of my order. Now, I could care less. I guess you can say I am officially retired, with that being the case, I'm done with all of this.

  This narrative has been purloined without the author's approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.

  For so long I did what I could to keep the veil from lifting, to maintain the order of the world. My kind were forced to hide amonbst yours, like wolves amongst sheep. The only thing keeping the lot from slaughtering you all, were those like me, serving as watchdogs for your kind. I hunted my kind like a good little dog, and obeyed with any further action I was ordered to carry out. I betrayed my kind, my punishment for doing so is having their impressions follow me everywhere I go. Now, I offer myself to them. Where ever they wish to go, I will go. Whatever they wish to do, I will do.

  Enough with my rambling, as for you.

  I won't leave you completely in the dark as what to do next. I know you have questions, and are probably inclined to throwing this journal in some corner to never touch again. However, your kinds' defining trait, curiosity, will keep you from doing so.

  You will see some oddities on the pages within this journal. You may find some pages writings to be unreadable for whatever reason at first glance but, come back days later and everything will be fine. Some pages you may think your eyes are playing tricks on you as the words run criss cross amongst each other, down into the bowels of the parchment. Others, the words and symbols will change colors and shoot from the page to your forehead, tuning your thought to match their own beat.

  That is impossilbe?

  I am hallucinating!

  I can assure you, it is possible and you are not hallucinating. It is not natural for you kinds' mind to read these words, so it will take some time for your ability to comprehend them to develop. So do not fret when anything strange happens in your readings. If you do so, it will lead your mind into a storm of a caliber none of your kind have ever weathered, and, at the given moment, you are under equipped to handle.

  Here are some recommendations for pages to begin your readings,

  - Page 72

  - Page 100

  - Page 4

  Good luck bartender, it is your turn to bear the cross I no longer can.

  Godspeed.