A Vortex

A vortex just emerged. It's just across the desert. I think this is the closest me and Tara have been to one.

"Can you feel the terror coming from that vortex?" I asked Tara.

"It's awful, Ricky," Tara replied. "It's like we're in a nightmare."

Tara's right. It really does feel like we're in a nightmare. The distortion of reality is so strong right now. That fucking vortex needs to go.

Event:

The distortion of reality is becoming so overwhelming. I'm having that feeling again, the feeling that I'm losing myself. Disturbing images are haunting my mind. I see myself on the ground in a state of disarray. I'm surrounded by horror and chaos. I'm losing myself. Reality is dying...

Conversation

Richard: Make it stop. It hurts so badly. My mind, it's imploding.

Tara: Ricky, you're fine. You must have had a nightmarish vision.

Richard: We're still here? I thought it was the end. The horror and chaos, I thought reality was in the final moments of its death.

Logbook Entry:

This is only gonna get worse, a lot worse. I told Tara that this will all end in only three possible outcomes: we will live, die, or be eradicated from existence. Even death is better than the third outcome. I look at you, the galactic god that sits on the throne in the cosmos. Why have you done this to us? I already know the answer. You did this for your own amusement...

Logbook Entry:

The truth is that with each day that passes, the deterioration is getting worse and worse. I see what's coming, and I fear it. It really is a fate worse than death...