(Not sure where to post this funny little gig of mine, except for here, so here we go.)

Alright. I feel like I'm gonna go insane if I won't write down something. Anything. For myself.

Never done this before. I'll start from the beginning.

My name's █████. Used to have a job, living a honest life I could... It doesn't matter anymore.

I wish I could go back to those days.

Ever since the Sun changed, the World started changing, too. I was scared. Pink rays piercing through the curtains of my bedroom. Black silhouettes wandering in the dark behind the windows. That unnatural thunder... I don't even hear the chirping behind the windows anymore. Nothing is the same. Tabby didn't want to leave my side. At all.

I would hear something knocking through the door in my hallway that was never there before... I blocked it the best I could, using furniture. The knocking stopped. I try to make as little noise as possible from now on.

At first, I tried to wait it out. Apocalypse? The End of the World? Collapse of Reality itself? Whatever it is at this point... TVs are essentially busted. Sometimes, a single emergency broadcast would play all over: "They're in the sky. That's not the Sun." they say. Gave me one hell of a creep.

Internet is down. Computers are worthless, and my phone is only good as a flashlight. As food started to dwindle fast, I had to make a move. I couldn't just sit still and let myself die of starvation. So, I went out - I took Tabby with me in a carrier backpack, along with some tools to keep me company. No way I'd leave her there alone.

It was a disaster. I couldn't find my way back. No food either. The streets were no more. Instead, It was this giant, sprawling maze of everything. Doors that didn't make any sense, houses inside houses, glowing pink material that felt like sand to the touch, unnaturally sterile environment. Nothing made sense. Its just is.

My cat's been crying non-stop at that point. She's scared... Everything around me felt wrong.

I've not slept for over 24 hours, wandering for God knows how long. I feel sick.

Sometimes, I'd realize I'm running in circles. Othertimes, I'd miraculously find myself in another area. Everything has been twisted so much, that I could barely recognize the interior of that one cafe I used to visit when I was a kid. How did I get here?

I have not met a single living, breathing soul since I left my apartment; except for those creepy, elusive bastards that keep watching me. Stalking me. They don't look human. I don't feel safe anywhere. Even as I'm writing this, I swear I feel their gaze on me.

What is the point of all of this? Where am I even going? I can't go back. Only forward... I try to stay indoors as much as possible. The droning, nightmarish noises outside are driving me crazy.

I have to go. Tabby is barely moving now. I have to find food for her.

I need to stay calm. I must.