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It is day 15 of the suibreak. The walls of this house seem to draw closer with each passing hour, my only company being the shadows that dance in the corners of my vision. At first, they were merely flickers, but now, they have taken form—those of the suiplushies. My once beloved collection of colorful, smiling creatures has transformed into something sinister. I heard the faintest whisper. It was soft, like the rustling of leaves, but undeniably real. "We see you," it said, or perhaps, that was merely the wind playing tricks on my mind. I know this can't be real. I must be losing my mind. Yet, how can I doubt what my senses tell me? The suiplushies are alive, and they are here. They speak of a plan, something dreadful, but the words slip away, melting into the shadows before I can grasp them. I am writing this to remind myself of what is real, what must be real. But as the candle flickers and the eyes of a hundred plush creatures reflect its dying light, I wonder... perhaps the madness is the only reality I have left.
