Sailing to Monoceros

Before the official undertaking of your creation I have a solemn duty to explain how youre set to undergo a gradual metamorphosis. As your pages creak and groanalong their clandestine paththey 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 locationnever to witness the current light of day.. Buttrust 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 readerwhoever you arewherever 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!