Phenomeno:Prologue

Prologue

"There are some things people are not meant to see."

A line my now late grandmother used to say, and it was quite true.

I've been interested in the occult from about since I was a brat, and upon entering university, I learned the truth of those words by stepping many times into the depths of the spirit world. Ghosts — Beings that are impossible for anyone to decisively determine whether they truly exist. The story that begins here revolves around stories brought forth by them.

And this story can also be said to be the story of that person and I.

As their eyes glimmered in front of mystery, as they breathed out words with an entranced expression, they warped the world I had always believed in. They made me anxious about whether the ground I stood on would shake. I would want to look over my shoulder just by listening to them, and I grew to fear if someone was peeking from the dark crevices of the door.

Maybe it was because the words they spoke included truths about the other side. It included truths that only applied to the scant, grotesque, waning, dead ones.

Now, after that person is gone, do I finally know that.

As grandmother said, it was a world that I was not meant to see. It was a story that was not for a living person.

However.

However, from here onwards, I'm going to talk about it.

I'm going to talk about it all, right here.

Because if I don't — they wouldn't be able to rest in peace.

Because they, having lived in the depths of darkness, having struggled through the threshold of darkness, would not be able to rest in peace.

Yes — I'll say it only once more.

From here onwards, is a story that shouldn't be known.

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