◉ Sparrow Journal

can't sleep. the cats are doing that thing where they all stare at the same corner. i'm choosing not to investigate. coal blinked at me twice. she only does that when something is in the room. i'm fine. i'm fine i'm fine i'm fine.

played phasmophobia for 4 hours. saw a ghost. in the game? unclear. coal unplugged my headset mid-hunt. she was right to do it. my sanity was at 12%. in the game. in real life it's lower.

the sparrow sat on my monitor again. it looked at me like it knew something. it knows something. i asked it what it wanted. it tilted its head. i have never felt more perceived by a bird.

planted 200 more parsnips. why? because the void said so. the junimos danced. i cried. normal tuesday. sometimes the only thing holding me together is a fake farm with fake friends who love me unconditionally.

something knocked on the window. we're on the third floor. the cats didn't flinch. they expected this. salem looked at me like "you're new here." i've lived here for three years.

watched the sunrise accidentally. the fog lifted and for one moment everything was pink and quiet and i thought maybe existing is okay. then coal knocked my coffee off the desk. back to normal.

found a forum post about apartment 3B. the one from the dreams. it's real. someone else has seen it. they said bring salt and a cat. i have twelve cats. i have so much salt. this is either destiny or a terrible idea.