The numbers, what do they mean? I can't sleep now, they beckon me. They whisper to me yet incomprehensibly. The more I try to focus on them, the blurrier they become in my mind. Yet they've told me all there is to now, but there is no room to retain it, no, only the numbers remain. They live in the numbers, you know? The ones from beyond. They retain inaudible screams on their charred, forsaken faces.

I only know one thing:

Follow the steps to salvation.

But what are the steps to salvation?

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(Several pages later)

Do you see them too?

They inaudibly scoff at my attempts to resist. They are held captive in my mind, and they want out, I have no way to refuse.

They have showed me the signs, the bird, the arch, and the sword. Those are the steps, but I can't decipher them. Whenever I try to think about and decide what they mean, my mind screeches to a halt, I develop a severe pain, and a loud screeching noise is created.

The doctors tell me only I can hear them, but I knew that, the ones from beyond told me.

They say they don't exist, that's where they're wrong.