It is starting to get very cold indeed.
I had thought that this would happen eventually. I am no fool. I know of the being referred to as The Cold Boy. I know that its favored prey is the man who has cut himself off from the world. I know that, in shutting myself away, I have drawn its attention even more so than I have done for the rest. And yet I have no choice in the matter. I can either open the door and betray my location to Thaddeus River or stay hidden for the remainder of the time left to me. Aqualung, after all, has not yet deigned to claim me. Perhaps The Cold Boy shall leave me in peace as well, at least for a while.
If he does not, then, well, I never quite expected to succeed at this archival attempt in any case.