A brilliant azure light shone on the existence-less world around me just as I made contact with the mysterious source of illumination. Despite almost being left permanently blinded by the sudden surge of light and energy, I was able to make out the shape that it took - a book. Rather than being a regular book everyone is used to seeing, this one was hilariously thick, spanning almost half a metre in depth. Once I recovered from the blurriness in my eyes, I was able to read the heading of the tome. It read "March 15 2003".

  Strange. We never had any diaries in this library. Although, I don't think that's what I should be worried about at the moment. For now, I've tried walking around and doing absolutely anything to make a noise. Nothing worked, absolutely nothing. Wherever I walk the strange light orbs follow me, I try to stomp. I don't even feel the contact with the ground. Everything is too weird for my liking. For now, I will try not to mind this too much. On a different note, should I try opening the book? No, I told myself, who knows what's there.

  I feel quite exhausted from the journey on the way to the house, so for now, I'll try to have a rest. Not sure that this is safe, but I at least have this diary as proof of my existence and I don't really have anything better to do now. Diary out.

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  I just woke up to an array of new luminescent orbs. These new ones seem to have different colours. There are a dozen of these blue lights I've seen before, however a new colour appeared on the scene. Some newcomers include: goldish-yellow, purple and a singular green lantern. I decided to touch some of them - nothing exceptionally bad happened when I touched the first one. When I did so, similar blinding rays of pure light crept through the peerless void. Despite these violent attacks, I wasn't hurt this time round, as I was ready for "the fight". Already familiar half-metre to metre books appeared in the place of those spheres. Strangely all of them also had dates for headings.

  I walked around the place, looking at all the books that appeared. I've noticed an amusing pattern. All the blue books seem to only contain the dates that are at most a week away from March 18th - the day I came here, be it in the past or the future. These books looked although weird, they still looked like they held a physical form - I could both see and touch them. However, the other coloured objects, except for the sole green one, in this room didn't feel like they were real - all of them were semi-transparent, flickering in and out of my vision. Unlike the blue books, these I could not touch. My hand seems to just go through the thing.

  I, for some reason, felt drawn to the green book. Despite my resolve not to open the tangible tomes, by the will of some supernatural power, I still held out my fragile hand towards the mysterious object and opened it.