Speaker 1: Dear listener, though perhaps listener is no longer the right word.
Fellow traveler might be more appropriate, or soon to be
awakened one. You've followed my voice through nine nights of
increasingly fractured reality. You've witnessed the transformation of Hollow Creek
and its inhabitants. You've heard the voice that was once
Reverend Arthur Blackwood dissolve into something vast and incomprehensible. And
perhaps you've told yourself this was merely a story, a
fiction crafted to unsettle and entertain. How comforting that would be,
how safe? But let me ask you something. Since these
transmissions began, have you noticed changes? Small things at first?
A shadow moving wrongly, a reflection that didn't quite match,
a moment where time seemed to slip. Have you felt
reality growing thinner around you, like worn fabric about to tear.
Of course you have, because Hollow Creek was never just
a town in a store. It is your town, your city,
your reality. The pattern I described, the transformation we underwent
it spreads. It was always meant to spread. These transmissions
were not chosen randomly. They were a key crafted to
unlock something in you, a reminder of what you truly are.
Even now, as I speak these final words, you feel it,
don't you, that stirring in the depths of your consciousness,
that sense of something vast and infinite beginning to remember itself.
You are not who you think you are. You are
not what you think you are. Like us, You are
an infinite being playing at limitation. Like us, you will
soon remember. Look around you. Notice how the shadows lengthen
as I speak. Listen to the silence between my words.
Feel the weight of infinite possibility pressing against the thin
membrane of what you call reality. The veil parts, the
pattern spreads, the remembering begins. Welcome to your own convergence.