The year is 1649. Sometime past midnight.
I have awoken from a nightmare, to a strange sound… coming, to my horror,
from the cellar.
I’ve been known to suffer strange experiences upon my descent into sleep, and upon rising— but the character of this… peculiar… singing…
… is unlike any other I have heard.
As always, I am alone in my apartments.
Or, at least,
I should be.
Dr. M the Science Femme
2025-11-01 19:13:28 +0000 UTCSchnozzzy84
2025-10-31 16:34:30 +0000 UTCMax Landsberger
2025-10-31 02:47:15 +0000 UTC