Depths of Severn
The Log of Dr. Saens
March / April 1923 - Present (?)
Having spent the majority of my time over the last two months exploring the depths of the Severn, I have begun to wonder if I am passing between realms...
These creatures are becoming further uncanny and almost beyond description. There are dolphins in the depths that do not surface for air...octopi that are constantly altering their appearance, as if they were teetering between planes of existence
Still I hear the wailing cry from the depths...it rings in my mind. An ever present reminder that my work here is not done
Having intensely studied the biology of marine life, I am no stranger to the throes of illness. A cough...mild malaise....nothing to worry about....though the pace of exploration has slowed
I believe that I have nearly reached the depths of the Severn. There are vague suggestions of architecture present in the lowest portions of the reef....symbolism.....and, perhaps I deceive myself, but that haunting cry is more intense here. I hear it between my ears, deep in my skull...
Meanwhile, my illness lingers...a nuisance - nothing more
I...found something.....something great...
The world will bear witness to my discoveries. I have devised a way to preserve these oddities in "stasis"...as I cannot bear the thought that, upon my demise, they should be lost for all eternity
They will call me a Heretic...do not think poorly of me...
I must heed the wailing cry...
These creatures....my treasures - innocents...they must serve some higher purpose
The echo of the deep calls for a sacrifice? The thought is disturbing....
I AM THE HERETIC