Last time, when I wrote, I figured it might be a one-off. I should have been more worried that it wouldn't. I mean, it actually helped. Made things feel...better? Easier in a way I can't even explain. So now, here I am, writing again just because I'm feeling some kind of way. I don't know. It's not like I'm worried about any kind of blowback from writing this. Far as I know, there isn't any shadowy cabal of mysterious "Old Ones" that polices...whatever we are. It's rare to even meet one of us older than, oh, 200 years old or so. I'm not sure why, and I honestly haven't looked into it much. I mean, I didn't have much motivation when I was alive, and I'm pretty sure dying tampered it further. I'm just trying to get by now. Same as you. Same as everybody.