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Morozov Journal Page
A page from one of morozov’s journals.
The page is slightly yellowed, approx A5 – with a very fine grid.
The page has inked writing on one side only, and looks to have been torn from a notebook*
The text itself seem to describe a crossing through a portal. Unverified.
Note the date prefixing the text; 2275.
*Archivist notes pre-perforated edge, not clear in scan.
TRANSCRIPT
While the science of what lay beyond the threshold was clear to me, I had woefully underestimated the emotional impact of the crossing.
On my approach to the portal, I realised almost immediately that my judgment was impaired by the trepidation and anxiety I was feeling. My mind sped through possible, irrational scenarios. For a moment, I became singularly concerned with the sound of my heart, seemingly pounding violently and erratically, worried that its volume might drown out any sound from the crossing being picked up on the recording apparatus.
Up until this moment, this leap of faith, I had been sure. Sure of success. I had been confident in my abilities, in the science and logic of all those who had paved the way before me. That all crumbled as I approached the stairs of the portal, carved into the jagged rock. It took all my being to assert self-control and continue.
The portal itself emitted a faint, almost distant sound, not dissimilar to stone moving against stone, despite the portal itself being stationary. The air around it felt charged with static energy, though the electrometer detected only trace levels. The atmosphere was thin here, high in the mountains, tinged with the acrid taste of ash and dust that lingered in every breath.
An uneasiness rose in me as I ascended the stairs, increasing as I drew closer to the transition point. It sounds trite, but my life began to flash before my eyes. I found myself reliving childhood memories; flashes of seemingly inconsequential events appeared in my mind’s eye at breakneck speed, and a dull ache began to form behind my eyes. Then the memories started to be peppered with thoughts and feelings unfamiliar to me. Visions of myself holding a child in my arms, and a deep, unfamiliar, paternal feeling. I saw myself hovering above a seemingly endless landscape of impossible structures; monolithic, interlocking forms that felt part of me, sensitive to me somehow.
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