I do not know how much time I have left. My body weakens, and my mind wavers. I have written too much—perhaps I have seen too much. Yet, I refuse to let everything I have discovered be lost.
 
For this reason, I have commissioned the Miskatonic University to create these volumes. Notebooks worthy of holding annotations that should not exist, pages that should never be written.
But my time is over. My hand will no longer hold the pen much longer. My studies remain incomplete, and the notebooks I had made remain empty.
 
I entrust you with the task of filling them. You, too, have glimpsed what lies beyond the veil of reality. You must continue the work that I can no longer finish, recording your discoveries within these pages.
 
Write everything. Every detail, every intuition, every dream that haunts you. When you have finished, place them somewhere safe, hidden from prying eyes. Perhaps one day, someone will read them… or perhaps they will remain forever in waiting, in the shadows, whispering to those who dare to find them.