Dear Notch,

Something's happening within the coding. It is past my own control now, which you don't realize- after all, you're still shaping your world the same way you always have. But as for me, I can't do anything except to move. The empty void beneath your world is churning with violence and twisted data, and I don't know what will result from it.

I have been experiencing things beyond just the feeling of foreboding the coding gives. Sometimes I do find myself back in control of it, but only in a faint memory- as if I fall asleep, and when I wake up, I had a dream of manipulating it again. But it doesn't happen when I'm asleep. I find myself suddenly in a random place with no memory of how I got there but the swirling storm of coding and brief glares of white. I don't know if this is real or I'm only imagining things, but I doubt my own imagination could go so far as to transport me across a world.

I truly didn't want you to know this- and you probably won't. Not for a while. You haven't seen me writing in this book. You barely know this book exists... but someday you have to.

                                                                                                 Love,
                                                                                                       Steve