Step beyond the music and into the journal.
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From the journal of The Gray Phantom, time unknown. I do not know what I’ve become. These sounds are fragments… traces from shadows I no longer command. They arrive as visions; fevers, flickers of something not quite human, drawn from places I don’t remember entering. If this reaches the future, then perhaps something of me still lingers. Take what you can from the static. There are more entries to come. — The Gray Phantom
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