Being able to dwell deeper into the madness, you allow everything and anything to enter. The occasional feeding times alarm you to return to the mortal plane every now and again, but outside of that, your madness was something they never accounted for.

And why would they? You were a financial worker for a big company, and they were asking you questions about this teleportation device that would allow people to get to anywhere in this or another universe. Heck, they even questioned me about the upcoming Revolution. Seems to be Feds trying to make me squeal about something; but they will never get me to talk as I am preoccupied with continuing my story. They gave me pen and paper to “record evidence” when they just game me materials to write a novel, maybe a few novellas.