July 5th 1889 A.S is gone. His entire house is gone. I dare not recount all that I saw. I would rather that I was insane, and that those infernal boxed were but a figment of my fevered mind. I should never have ignored you. If only I had come sooner. If only I had not come at all. July 17th 1889 I have Awoken from the nightmare, but am forever haunted by it. I submerge myself in my work as if to drown the memories, but it is no use, the Null calls to me in my sleep, and seizes any unoccupied moment to fill my thoughts unbidden. I am marked. July 21st 1889 A breakthrough! As the royal Institute rebuffed me once more, an under-secretary with a drawn look slid a packet into my jacket pocket as they passed. They refused to meet my eye as the hurried away. The packet included a page torn from a map of the south coast with an island circled. I leave on the first train Unknown date (Most likely 1900) You were warned not to look for me, but you would not listen and it had become necessary for me to find you. Welcome to Grey Holm, the seat of my ancestors. Seldom few visitors have walked these halls, fewer still have walked free of them. In the past, I have drawn my subjects from the greatest minds of history. Each played their part, but none outlived it. The Null wraps its bonds around all. All Except you. It was a mistake to try and keep you away, I see now that I have great need of you if you can prove yourself worthy. Your first task is to find something that will aid you in your trials ahead. Find it or never leave this room, and I will have gone to great effort in vain. Unknown date (Most likely 1900) It is quite painful to watch how you blunder to and fro, half-blinded by these crude lenses you stumbled upon. Allow me to pry the scales from your eyes. These are the instruments of a craftsman They will allow you to see the universe as it truly is, and reach into the unseen infinity of space that surrounds us. The Craftsman Unknown date (Most Likely 1900) The key to the Null will be forged here, I have given you the first piece. For Safety, the remaining four are held separately, retrieve them and bring them to this font. Only then can you fulfil your destiny. Unknown date (Most Likely 1900) As you have discovered on your little adventures, contained within the Null is the power to transfer matter across space and time. I have watched you cross leagues and centuries just as some lesser individual might cross a street, but what of light-years? What of aeons? You Have barely even begun to tap its potential. I have charted a world, not unlike our own, yet incredibly distant. It is the source of the Null. I have measured it, even seen it, but I cannot reach it, Not without your help. But first I must teach you how, and you must prove capable of learning. The Craftsman Unknown date (Most Likely 1900) The rocks of this island have always had a taste for blood. This tenacious aquanaut thought his science would be proof against them. I hope his curiosity into my affairs is now satisfied. The Craftsman Unknown date (Most Likely early 1901s or late 1900s) Interesting. Here you stand, all corporeal and breathing and the rest. Existing is something you appear to have a tremendous knack for. A useful trait, and one that has been distressingly lacking in my previous apprentices. Perhaps my search Really is at an end. This library is unique in all the world, though I would counsel against indulging your curiosity. As is common at Grey Holm, there are things here that are not sympathetic towards inquisitive hands. Do not idle here! The Craftsman Unknown date (Most likely early 1901s) What do you know of time? This tower was added by my great grandfather, though his time ran out earlier than expected. Your path will appear when the last bell tolls midnight. A trifle dramatic I know, but our ancestors understood more than they realized. There truly are moments when the cycle of our world brings it closer to its neighbours. The Craftsman Unknown date (Most likely early 1901s) Another test passed with all colours flying, and now the time truly is at hand. Every soul is unique, and so must be every trap that snares it. An altar of belief. A tome of answers. A crypt of terrors. For: AS, his box full of demons. Knowledge. Power. Sight beyond sight. All lies. All just bait in the trap. This house was to be yours had you failed, but you walked free of it as have all the rest. I am certain now that you are the one I have sought. The one who will find the centre of the Labyrinth. The one who will walk free of this very realm The Craftsman