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Dear Gentlemen of the Society of Sciences,

It has been some time since I sent my initial letter. I hope it is not the case that you have dismissed my claims outright. In that hope, I am writing you to once more ask for your help in understanding the oddity that has befallen me in my home.

I have recently begun renting a new apartment in the city. The space is nothing special, though for a time I found the isolation quite soothing. Recently, I have begun experiencing a strange occurrence. When I'm in my kitchen, a tiny little thing with not much but a sink, I sometimes lose myself. My surroundings change. I find myself standing on strange dark stone. I stare out at a colorless sky, as white as undisturbed snow, terrified of moving.

Perhaps this is a brain issue? I think not, as it feels terribly real. This has been occurring for some months now and I have become frightened of entering the kitchen. If it’s not too much of an inconvenience, I would dearly appreciate a visit from one of your professionals to see what they make of it.

I await your response with little expectation, but with great hope.

Very Truly Yours,

Lorraine Fitzgerald