Last night I dreamt. I must admit, when I do dream, it's rarely about the Giant. But this was.
The dream was fairly... Odd to say the least.
I was sitting in my "office", more of a study, which resides at the back of my house. My home is near the woods, with the backend being only tens of meters from a treeline. But the dream's proportions were so very... Wrong - a tree with branches like fingers tapping against my windows. Scratching. And I go to the window and I find It, it must be fifteen feet tall and I can barely even see Its' tie. It reaches for me, and then... I wake up.
This information, along with that which I intend to share with you now, concerns me.
I have received a letter - not the kind sent by a postman but a stalker. On the front is my name, scratched in black marker pen - rather cliché if I may say. Inside are many leaves and some twigs, along with a worn photograph of what I think is Jennifer, the woman from my first post. A woman I thought dead for eight and a half years. On the back, written in clearer font with the same pen, are the words: "He thought you might want this."
Theory: The Giant hollows out victims and uses them to transmit it's wishes on a more human level.
Action: find the "Hollowed". Study, and if irreversible, destroy. Preferably after extracting the location of Jennifer. I should not have let her be taken. Now, if I can get her back, I will not fail.
If this is the Giant, my life expectancy just dropped. If not, and this is simply coincidence, my life may not yet be over. Either way, I will be telling everything I know - every theory, idea and observation I have. Something tells me this will not be fun.
~/Survivor/
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