Dear Follower 2282,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. I am writing to you today to express my deepest gratitude for your enthusiasm and support for my writings. It truly means the world to me to know that my work has resonated with you.
However, I must warn you that reading my writings comes with a terrible cost. As you delve deeper into my stories, you will begin to notice a subtle but insidious change within yourself. Your mind will start to unravel, thread by thread, until you are left with a tangled mess of madness.
You will find yourself questioning reality, doubting your own sanity, and succumbing to an creeping sense of dread that will haunt your every waking moment. The lines between reality and fiction will blur, and you will become lost in a labyrinth of horrors from which there is no escape.
And then, the unthinkable will happen. You will feel an overwhelming urge to claw your eyes out, to rip them from their sockets and cast them aside like useless, bloody marbles. It is a cruel and merciless fate, and one that I would not wish upon my worst enemy.
And yet, despite this warning, I know that you will continue to read my writings. You will be drawn to them like a moth to a flame, helpless to resist the morbid fascination that they inspire.
So, I say to you now, dear fan, proceed with caution. Read my writings at your own peril, and do not say that I did not warn you.
Yours sincerely,
Eroded Thoughts
P.S. - If you start to feel the urge to claw your eyes out, please seek medical attention immediately. Or, at the very least, try to resist the urge until you have finished reading my latest manuscript. I would hate for you to miss the ending.
