You don’t have a lot of time, you’ll need to get away quickly. Go back to the lake, go into the water, look into their eyes. It’s your ̴̩̼̫̫̰̝̩̀̈́̉̿̒͘f̵͉͉͈̹̞͍̮͇̜̹͕͖̭̩̐ȑ̶̮̰̱͈̳̗̞̪͈̬͕͉̽͜ͅi̶̢͍̖̮̻̼̙̯͓̭͒̿̌̀̾̿͌̾̓̕͜͜͝ȩ̸̨͕̗̼̟̻͖̼̇̋̅̂͝͠n̷̟̰͉̙̫̺̬̊̓͂̒͊̌́̿̽͐̀̋͠d̷͚̟̜̠̣̩̤͓̱̂̒͛̃̓s̸̲̫̘̻̬̪̽̑̀̎̃͂͋̐̎̀̇̽̊͑͝, your classmates. You took the trip to the lake in the fall of ’75, together, when you were young. Don’t you remember? Look into their è̶̫̣̦y̴̗̞̭͍̪̬̅̄̔̌͋͜͜é̷̹̣̭͙̼ͅs̸͓̪̎̉́̊͛̌̈́͂͗̈́̕̕͘. I know you can hear them talking to you, just like they talked to me. Don’t let them tell you it’s just a cognitohazard. This was their fault, t̷̛̪̹͕͚̘̜͐̈́̋̽͆̊̒͆h̸̤͇̦̦͉͗̀̆ȩ̶̓̎͑̾̍̅y̶͓̻̝̌̅͛̏͝ ̸̧̛̩̙̭̜̜̦̞̣̻͚̰̅̓̊̂͐̈́̍͋̈́̾̒̕̚̕c̸̯͇͚̠̲̻̽a̵̛̛̜̾̍̇̏͆̽̚͝ȗ̵̢̧̟̟̟̦̭͈̯͓̽͌̅͆̎͜͜s̵̞̥͑͆̐̇͆̀̈́̈̈́͠ế̸̛̞̳̤̮͒́̾͑͒̎̑͜͠d̸̜̙͓͓̭̼̪̯̯̟͚̉̾̔̈́̏̓͒͗͠ͅ ̸̜̝͕͇̦̩̬͈̬̠̗̪̅̎̅̿ţ̴̛̭̲̰͉̦͖͙̹̥̐̏̄̓̀̚ͅḣ̴̭í̴̡͈̺̰̜́͘s̷̯̮͙͚͖̀̇̄͋̇̓. We were all innocent kids, don’t you remember? And you just got away, you and I? The rest of them are at the bottom of that lake, waiting for us to go back to them and be whole together again. They want us to know. They want us ţ̷̠̥̳̯̘̞̭̖͕̭̓ơ̸̛̫̬̱͖̅̆̌̀̇ ̶̧͉̆r̵̨̛̟̰̩̞͉͔̬̗̝̈́̔͆͛̔͌̕̕ę̷̿̑̍̒͂̕̕͘m̸̢̾ē̶͍̼̰͎̼͔̝̺̗̤̠͙̟͙̍̋̾̚͜ṃ̵͙́͋b̴͕̼̹͔̖͈̮̰̘̦̭͍͉͗̎͊̅̈̈́̅͋e̴̘̼̫̅͋͊̏̌̏͑̈́͘͘͠ṛ̵̘͖͎͕̖͚̱̞̪̰͎͆͂́̏̓̿̈̾̂̕͜ͅ. Wake up, goddammit. Remember the fall of ’75. The year we were supposed to graduate. Don’t l̷̢͙͉͔͚̟͕̟͋̿̈̍̚ȩ̶̦̝̻͙̹̱̓t̵̨̼͕͍͚̫͙͖̏̅̒͂͂̄̎̈͌̂͘ ̴̨̼̪̭͔̬͙̻̟̱̥̂̄̈́̍͌͊̓͐̐̓̀̏͘̚̚ț̴̨̭̘̬͚̥̖̥̤̟̩͌̆͛̓̒̀̃͒͝h̵͎͖̠̰͎̦͈̬̟̬͔͔͈̾̉́͝ę̴̛͎͖̹̤̯̯̦̳̃̈́̊̂̅̃̍̀͌͊͑͐̂͝ͅm̴̲̘̫̬͉̻̦̽̊̉̈́͊̅̌͗̈́ ̴̛̩̳̳̣̰̘̰̘̟̮̱͚͗̿͆̒͂̒̇̂͋̿̓͜ͅm̵̩̊̂̐̈͂͗̀̓̔͜ā̷̢̡̻̯̺̥͕̜̹̮͔̫̲̃͒͋̇̋͘̕̚͘͠k̶͔̹̩̮͈͔̉̾̃̿ȅ̵̲̑͒̌̈́̚̚ ̴̦̪̰͇̩͓̫̺̂̍y̷͕̳͖̼͙̝͎̦͓̥̭͑́͠ͅọ̵̡̯̪̈́̅͗̒ṳ̶̗̺̎̚ͅ ̶̡̨̮̞̺̮͔̰̲̰͖̙̗̥͍͐̈́̆̅͆̌̈́̑̾̅̌f̴̡̨̡̝̘̮͉̝̩͙̦͔͆͜ͅͅö̷̞̙̞͈̯̤͍̞̰̗̼̗͕́͑̂̓͗͂̾̋͜͠ͅr̸̥̝͙͖͐́̀̋̈́̓̈́̈́̚g̵̢͔̥̟̪̲̹͙͉̹̭͕̋̀͠e̷̩̠̘̖̟͓̼̟̝̭͚͐͐̄͆͊̈́͑̀͌͊̈́͐̕ṯ̴̻̗̫̮̗́̈.̴̡̧̗͈̰͓̙͔̬͓̰̮͙͚̉͌̓͋̿́͠They’re calling to you, can’t you hear them?