Dear diary,

  This space is getting weird. The whispers are getting weird. I might have put too little faith in Bitsy and Gina but it turns out they pulled through and shrugged off whatever mind control nonsense that weird baby was pulling.

  You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

  The space barriers are crumbling down and my water golems are doing a good job at cleaning the remnants of that weird baby. Bitsy's still a little out of it, she actually cried when that baby died. Like, full on river of tears and wracking sobs kinda deal.

  Well, that didn't turn out to be that big of a deal. I don't know why I was so scared.

  Love,

  Tina