Firstly, I must confess that I have been dishonest. The severity of this falsity, both in measure of im- morality and of sheer logistics, outweighs trillion- fold the combined ramifications of all our world’s genocides, wars, and mass extinction events. This lie that I have lived is one wrought by greed, and only now that its irreversible and yet unknowable effects have been sown am I doing what I should have done from the very beginning. In a bid for status and monetary income spurred on by primitive and pathetic self preservation and vapid insecurity, I have taken what was com- municated to me (whether by transdimensional messages or a wellspring of irreparable madness) and attempted to peddle it to the masses under the guises of creativity and faux genius. In truth, through dreams and visions, both of which would be called involuntary by even the most aggrandizing of flatterers, I have been granted a window to a world that is wholly apart from our own, intangible by even the most v technological or magical of measures. I welcome the critics that would deem this claim to be one born of a psychotic, hallucinatory trance. Such a revelation would come with the solace of knowing that the horrors and tragedies that I have witnessed are all just concoctions of a traumatized and drug-addled mind. In all likelihood, my extensive experimentation with hallucinogenic substances, in particular psilocybe cubensis, have played their part in these oracular divinations. In my own ignorance regarding the nature of such things, however, I can no longer allow the events, persons and locales presented to me to remain solely within my mind. My own decisions have already circumvented any hope of anyone from our world intervening in the outcome of these events through any worldly or spiritual means, but perhaps analysis of them will be of some benefit. More still, with the knowledge that a channel between this world and ours exists in my brain, perhaps a posthumous examination of my grey matter will at last bridge the gap between our plains in a way that is not gatekept by my own festering ego. Should our worlds ever be bridged, and the true scale of my negligence be exposed, I accept the consequences of my avarice. Should it be proven to be the manifestations of a madman, then with vi equal accountability and acceptance shall I meet it. Numerous are these tales, and vast is the world in which they have occurred. Though my limits as their catalyst expose their arrival as being of some great cosmic accident, or a cruel joke played by some transcendent malefactor, I will put them to paper with a haste that will surely send me to an early grave. One must, however, forgive my plodding and methodical pace. I am but human, and the matters I will divulge to you require much in the way of research and deliberation. Many nights have I sat up, chewing at the skin of my inner lip, arranging and rearranging these events so that the reader is not buried under an avalanche of forbidden and otherworldly knowl- edge. Chronological order proved to be too much for even the wisest of those to have heard oral retellings, and thusly I have narrowed it down to the single event that led to where we now find ourselves, at the exposition of the greatest Interdimensional sin ever committed.