To whomever stumbles upon this journal, It's odd, penning an introduction when I'm uncertain anyone will ever read this. It feels like sending a message in a bottle into an endless ocean of yellow, hopeful that someone, somewhere, will find it and know they're not alone in this maddening labyrinth. I am the Caretaker. That title was not one I chose, but one that was thrust upon me. As days blurred into nights, and nights into days,...