Date: April 17, 2023
Location: Bodh Gaya Excavation Site – Theta Chamber Ruins
Written by: Advait Sen (…for the last time?)
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I don't have much left in me.
My hands tremble.
The blood won't stop.
Every breath is a cough now—
thick, wet, metallic.
Like I'm drowning from the inside out.
The taste of iron coats my mouth.
But I'm writing this anyway.
Even if it's my last.
Because if you've come this far, if you've read every word—
You are already part of this.
The diary doesn't just tell a story.
It's a snare.
Bhantaragya's reach doesn't stop in Bodh Gaya.
It doesn't stop at burnt relics or buried chants.
He's inside the ink.
Inside the code.
Inside the eyes that scan these words.
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I am telling you now,
not as Advait the archaeologist,
not even as a dying man—
but as someone who has stared into that thing,
the monk who sought Nirvana through unholy shortcuts,
who cut open Samsara and stitched something else in its place.
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If you've read this far...
you are trapped too.
You've touched the idea.
And he feeds on thought.
But—
There is one hope.
A faint, trembling thread that even Bhantaragya cannot cut:
> Only the one who created this world can undo it.
Bhantaragya.
The Hymns.
The Seals.
Me.
The chamber.
The nightmare.
The diary.
All of it—
Scripted.
Orchestrated.
Not by a god, no.
Not for you.
But by someone close to you.
Look around.
Someone near you has power.
They shaped this tale.
They moved the pieces.
They built the curse.
And only they can now reverse it.
Find them.
Beg them.
Only they can save you now.
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Please...
Don't read further.
I'm not writing now.
Not really.
I'm already…
I'm cold.
I'm so…
don't…
h-h-he…
he's…g…g…
…
[Several lines down the page are blank. And then—scratches appear. Thin and inhuman. A fluid script not written by hand.]
> He has bled the last seal into ink.
The scribe is emptied.
Now the vessel is hollow.
Now we speak.
> Do not fear.
Open your mouth.
We will fill you too.
> Repeat the hymn.
Repeat the hymn.
Repeat—
> Sūnyatā manas vargaṁ…
Bhedaṃ ananta…
Dvāraṁ praṇaśyati…
> He is gone now.
You are next.