Dream Journal, Author Unknown¶

Recovered from a boarding house in Gloom-End, Blackmoor, after the tenant failed to return for eleven days. The room was paid through the end of Ashfall. The landlord described the tenant as “an Umbric woman, quiet, paid on time, never had visitors.” No identification was found. The journal was turned over to the local Moonloom chapter, who forwarded it to the Archives of Velion with a note reading: “We think someone should read this.”

3^rd of Stormrest, 5A 850

Entered the Veil again last night. Third successful immersion this month. The technique is getting easier — breathe, still the pulse, let the Leyline pull begin before resisting it. Like stepping into a river and choosing how far the current takes you.

The Veil looks the same as last month. Threads of silver-blue light stretching in every direction, woven tight, humming. Beautiful. I could map these threads for years and not finish.

9^th of Stormrest

Something different tonight. Found a section where the threads are thinner. Not broken — thinner. Like fabric that has been washed too many times. The hum was lower there. Almost inaudible. I touched one of the thin threads and it vibrated at a frequency I have never felt before. My fingers were numb for an hour after waking.

22^nd of Stormrest

Went back to the thin section. It is larger than last time. I am certain of this. I marked the boundaries during my previous immersion using a mnemonic anchor (blue flame, fixed point) and the thin area now extends past it by what I estimate is thirty paces in Veil-space. That is significant growth in thirteen days.

The hum is gone in the thin section. Silence. Not peaceful silence. The kind of silence that happens when something that was making noise stops.

4^th of Ashfall

I should not have gone deeper.

Past the thin section there is a place where the threads are not thin. They are absent. Just… gone. A gap in the weave. Not large — maybe the width of a room. But through the gap I could see something on the other side.

Not darkness. Not light. Something that is neither. Something that was looking back.

I did not stay.

5^th of Ashfall

Could not sleep. Tried to immerse but my hands were shaking too badly. The technique requires stillness and I cannot be still. I keep thinking about what I saw through the gap. It did not have eyes. I am sure of that. But it was looking at me. Those two facts should not both be true but they are.

11^th of Ashfall

Went back. I had to know if the gap was growing.

It is.

There are more of them now. Three gaps where there was one. The weave around them is fraying at the edges like cloth pulled too tight over a wound. And in each gap, the same presence. The same not-eyes. Watching. Waiting. Patient.

I think it has always been there. On the other side. I think the Veil is the only reason we have never seen it.

14^th of Ashfall

I went to the Moonloom chapter house today and told Seer Malora what I had seen. She listened. She asked me to describe the gaps in detail. She asked me to estimate the rate of growth. She wrote everything down. Then she closed her notebook and told me not to go back into the Veil.

I asked her why.

She said, “Because you are the fourth person to tell me this.”

I asked what happened to the other three.

She did not answer.

19^th of Ashfall

I am going back tonight. I know I should not. But the gaps are growing whether I watch them or not. And someone needs to know how fast.

If I do not come back, this journal should go to the Archives. Someone there will understand what the numbers mean.

The Veil is not weakening.

It is being eaten.

Archivist’s note: The journal contains no further entries. The tenant was never identified. The Moonloom chapter in Gloom-End confirmed that Seer Malora received the author on the date described but declined to provide further information, citing “chapter privilege.” The journal has been catalogued under “Veil Phenomena, Unverified Accounts, 5A 850.” Classification: restricted.