From: Dr. Eleanor Voss, QCSI Internal Affairs To: Dr. Eleanor Voss, Personal Archive Date: Thursday, 5 November 1987, 03:07 AM Subject: Entry #52 - Year in the Labyrinth Eleanor, It's hard to believe that an entire year has passed within this twisted maze. Time has lost its meaning, days meld into nights, and the concept of a "week" or "month" feels like a relic from another life. The facility has continued its metamorphosis. What was once just spatial anomalies has now turned into something more... alive. The walls pulse, corridors breathe, and there are times when I swear I hear whispers just around the corner. Sometimes they sound like colleagues, sometimes like strangers, but always just out of reach. I've managed to survive by rationing the supplies from the cafeteria and labs. Water, thankfully, remains accessible, though its taste has grown increasingly metallic. Through it all, I've clung to a shred of hope. My research, my notes, my attempts at understanding this phenomenon have kept me sane. I've discovered pockets within the facility where the anomalies are less aggressive, where time flows closer to normal. I've made one such pocket my base of operations, my sanctuary. There are moments of profound despair, of course. Times when I consider just giving up, letting the labyrinth take me. But then I remember the world outside, the life I once had, the possibility of escape. It's that glimmer of hope that keeps me going, keeps me searching for answers. One year down, Eleanor. However many more to go, I won't stop. I can't. In enduring hope, Eleanor. --- Attachments: - whispers_███████.wav