It was during the first month of my admittance into the hospital that I met an artist by the name of Joseph B. If such were the case, I believe this manuscript would not be here, to unleash the knowledge of horrors that it holds.
As I mentioned, I was stricken with fits of madness and insanity, but not by the Plague. It was here that I first began to experience the true nature of the Universe and its unforgiving forces. I shall refrain from describing how my sister passed, as the brutality and gore of the event left me in such fragile mind that I was admitted to the Providence Asylum of the Insane. My sister hardly lasted beyond the third day, and a part of me wishes I never witnessed the fourth. She did not last as long as mother or father, who fought the Plague for nearly a week. Having turned fourteen the month prior, my sister was a small, frail child who could be frightened merely by the sight of her own shadow. I was the only one who could care for my sister, as we had no other family.
My sister was awoken by his fit of insanity and treaded barefoot into his room, but before the light of her candle could illuminate the void of the room, her feet felt the blood, and she knew. Fearing their awesome power over the mind of man, he too took to the blade, ending his life face down in a pool of plagued blood. On the night that my father expired, the swelling of blood to his brain caused, what I had first believed to be delusions, visions of great cosmic and aetherial horrors. As it turned out, that divine interaction would simply be the contact of my mother’s tainted blood.
It was my father who found her, falling to her body in a futile struggle that some divine interaction would bring them back together. My mother was the first to go, she had sliced her wrists in a fit of hysterical madness while my sister and I were away at school. To my kin, the true fever and pain of the Plague would be their end. It was only the insanity and fear of the cosmos that came with it that ailed me, and that insanity ails me to this very day. I was to be considered lucky, as the great Plague of Bloodletting did not bring about my end. I was but only a young man when I was first stricken with the devilish fever that had previously claimed my family. To witness their power is to witness the power of the cosmos. To describe their figure is to describe the universe. To gaze upon their eyes is to gaze upon the eyes of infinity. Beings that shape and warp the fabric of space, and distort the reality in which we live. Far beyond the reaches of our Earth, amongst the eternal aether of the cosmos, lasts beings of true power and magnitude who lay beyond the comprehension of our minds.
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