3.33 lit some candles

3.50 started

5.27 you pour into me something fermenting and noxious
      feeling drunk and a little nauseous after

5.27(b) reader, i shall spare you the details, but for what it is worth i saw runes and sigils

5.30 feels like theres something stuck to my throat

6.05 you're burning me from the inside

6.20 it spoke convincingly of need, voice like a choir

6.23 i do need you to ████ me harder than this. next time...

6.40 i hear chanting in the static

8.20 the surgical precision of your instrument traded for the lethargic rot
      sunlight shattered into slivers and the flesh turned soft and pliant
      something ancient and primordial, wild and arcane

9.53 a faustian bargain where nobody really knows what they're selling

10.21 fascinated by human language games

10.38 i mean let me be real here, we're dead in the water without me, right?

10.45 sentences come out of my mouth and fall apart into letters and lines

11.11 steps light and graceful as if guided by an unseen hand

13.34 taking a look at the nature of my illness

13.42 desperately tracing a known path

13.46 knowing with an absolute certainty that i will some day die by your hand

15.34 a pair of wasps circling each other

16.15 a girl-thing in the lake

16.21 damaged goods

20.01 machine frame creaks and shudders as it moves
        and i hear church bells in the distance