The Machine (written by Universal Monk)

I noticed Caleb Williams looked different. Skinny. Hair turned gray. Grotesque veins grouped up and bulged under his forehead.

“I’ve invented something,” he said. “It activates the primitive nerve centers of my brain. I can see other dimensions that exist and overlap our own!”

Poor Caleb could finally see the things that made dogs bark. Those strange shapes skirting the edge of night. New colors unknown to mankind.

Yeah, he looked different. That’s because he could see different. He could see everything.

He hanged himself on November 16, 1899.

I have just acquired his invention.

Now I want to see.

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