Sailing to Monoceros

Before the official undertaking of your creation I have a solemn duty to explain how you’re set to undergo a gradual metamorphosis. As your pages creak and groan—along their clandestine path—they will begin unveiling an ominous transformation.You will find yourself turning into a cloak-and-dagger chronicle fated to become a buried body of work. In the end you will rest in peace at a cryptic location—never to witness the current light of day.But—trust and fear not. I know for sure that any kind of rest peaceful or otherwise can be difficult to pin down under the best of circumstances.Forget about eternity!For this reason I predict Providence will resurrect you. I know she is on my side. I am imploring her to place you into the safe hands of a predestined reader when the time is right.I will now address this chosen future reader:Please oh please reader—whoever you are—wherever you are will you be kind to me? I am imploring you not to reveal the sensitive contents of this journal to a living soul. If you betray me a precious heart will be at stake.Mine!