[ WP ] A device is released that allows a person to dive into a book and experience its contents firsthand . The manual mentions a certain book you should n't go in , for no one has ever returned from copies of it , but you decide to ignore the manual and go in anyway .

I am aware that you may be confused. Perhaps you, like me, have forgotten many things. I will try my best to leave an explanation for the future. I will try. It might not make sense. 
 
 It's called the Word Evolving Apparatus ( Variant Energy ) Reader, WEAVER for short. WEAVER is a high tech reading device that literally drops you right into a book. A book is a written or printed work consisting of pages glued or sewn together along one side and bound in covers. I think. I do n't know for certain if that's what a book is any more. You're going to forget stuff. Simple things. Complex things. But you sometimes remember. Maybe you remember what the WEAVER is and what books are. I do n't know. The WEAVER looks like a chair... some kind of... chair. I ca n't quite explain it, but you'll know it when you see it. I sort of know that the WEAVER is a chair? But I do n't know, like, what a chair is. But you equip it with a book, then when you turn on the WEAVER, you are placed in the world of the book. 
 
 If you know what WEAVER is, then I suppose you've, once or twice, wondered how it worked. Of course, when it came out in it's beta form a few years ( maybe? ) ago, the creator -- His name is Armando, D. Armando -- explained that the WEAVER works because of variant energy. I looked it up, but I do n't know what it is. The way he explained it was basically -- to me -- like he was saying it was magic. I had been glued to the TV when he was on the news to explain what variant energy was. It sounded like technobabble. You know, nonsense? Like... something like that? Armando is reticent and quiet, but well educated and articulate. That's why I kind of expected that he might be able to explain it to us one day. I hoped, anyway. 
 
 In any case, the reason I bring that up is that I recognize now who and what Armando is, and because I am one of many foolish people who allowed curiosity to take the reins, like yourself, I am trapped here. And that's what he wanted, I think. 
 
 Where we are is odd, I know. And unfortunately, this is only the beginning. You can stay here for as long as you want, but just know that the world around you is tumultuous and chaotic and *unimaginable*. Madness is rampant. I'm sure you've been hearing the screams the entire time you've been reading this -- I hope for your sake that you're not listening to the words. It's a spell that drags you into the huge, crashing waves of darkness at the fringes of this strange place. Maybe you've walked a bit, seen the rays of green moonlight and way it makes that odd, ruined city seem so... normal? But wait until a cloud passes over the moon and you'll see it's just a rotting cemetery. Have you seen the swamps? The overturned tram car? The river? They seem normal, but they're not. If you get close to the swamp, hands that are n't truly hands try to drag you in. Creatures come out. They're not truly one thing or another. They are n't beast... they are n't man. If you stay too long by the tram car, the entire environment around you changes. It's like you end up in space somewhere. And you should die, you should be dead, but you keep living. I've been there. The sun out there is dying. If you try to take water from the river, it looks clear and cool and lovely -- it is n't! It's not water, and I'm not sure what it is. You see the skeletons on the bank and you think, perhaps, they died and were dragged ashore, but they drank themselves to death. There are people who sit at the bank and drink and drink and get more and more gaunt and emaciated. I think the river takes your life away. I do n't know. But the skeletons still *talk*. They still *feel*. I have n't visited everywhere yet. But you have these periods of clarity when you're here, at the crossroads. Then something calls you. Maybe the siren call of the screams, maybe an itch to see other people, maybe your thirst -- maybe you're enchanted by the moonlight. I do n't know why. You just sometimes just go. There. Wherever there is. 
 
 The fact that you wanted to experience this book at all makes it clear that perhaps that what you wanted, something that exists in a way that humans might not be able to describe. And it's unfortunate, but this place is so abnormal, so not human, that the rules of the human world *do n't apply* here, even though this is a world made of human creation. Maybe. So even though technically you should be able to escape this place, you *can't*. You're trapped. Just like it said in the manual. 
 
 It's obvious after being here for even a short while that the WEAVER is a construct of this place, and I do n't know exactly how it got out of this world and into our world. The WEAVER is a marvel of magic and technology, created and peddled by -- well, Armando. He exists here too. He exists as the titular character of this work. He is Nyarlahotep. It gets more and more obvious that he's just some kind of non-entity entity like a god who only exists if you believe in him. And basically he kind of exists because you ( and I ) were stupid enough to come here. I'm not sure, but I think his relationship to the other Armando is symbiotic or... well, I do n't know. Parasitic? I do n't know which word means what. But it's like, since we're here now we somehow power him out there. And maybe if enough people are swallowed up out there, he'll be able to take another of his inventions out of this world and bring it into the other one. Or maybe the WEAVER and Nyarlahotep are traveling through universes. Maybe this ruinous place also fell to the WEAVER, and a world in which we are simply characters in a book will one day fall to the WEAVER? No, no. I might be going mad. 
 
 But now that you're trapped here, you'll never see normal things again. And you'll keep... forgetting the past world until this place is all you know. All you remember. And there's no escape. And I know that I've only experienced a few things in this world. Beyond the black sea, there is more. Much more. 
 
 I have to go. Good luck.
