Lost to Night, The Last Evening: Finale

There Was No Light. There was Only Us

Journal Case File Number 39818080

I took all the precautions.

I took care.

I’m writing this hoping you’ll find me.

I’ve saved a seat for you.

Darker and darker and darker and darker and darker and darker

I couldn’t escape, even if I wanted to.

I’ve bound my heart, you see.

There IS a veil, and it’s guarding the stage.

The whispers are all falling silent.

Soon, we’ll all be alone in the dark.

Shhh. It’s about to begin.

There was no light.

There was only us.

Journal Case File Number 39818080

I took all the precautions.

I took care.

I’m writing this hoping you’ll find me.

I’ve saved a seat for you.

Darker and darker and darker and darker and darker and darker

I couldn’t escape, even if I wanted to.

I’ve bound my heart, you see.

There IS a veil, and it’s guarding the stage.

The whispers are all falling silent.

Soon, we’ll all be alone in the dark.

Shhh. It’s about to begin.

There was no light.

There was only us.


Here ends the journals and fragments we’ve discovered. The address we found in her papers hasn’t been in use since last century. The city archives don’t go back that far, and, as impossible as it seems for anyone in this day and age to vanish without a trace, there’s just nothing else. 

Just this notebook and a few random images of two musicians from the haunted past.

I've never seen them before in my life.

The thing of it is, no one I could find seems to know who they were, either. Damned peculiar.

Since there are no relations to speak of, and nothing really else to be done, I recommend we seal this archive. Maybe, if we ever get a slow day, we can drag it back out and see if we can discover what we’ve missed. 

I’m sure we’re missing something, though. There’s got to be more to this story.

Do not forget The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor!

VALENTINE

for her this rhyme is penned, Whose luminOus eyes,   

brightly expressive as the twins of Loeda,

shall Find her own swEet name, that, nestling lies    

upon the page, enwrappeD frOm every reader.

search narrowly The lines!—they hold a treasure  

divine—a talisman—an amulet that must be worn at heart.

searCh well the measure—    the wOrds—the syllables! do not forget

the trivialest point, or you May lose your /LabOR!    

and yet therE is in this no gordian knot

which one might not undo without a sabre

“It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles...

.I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”