I don't remember much of what happened after my flight from the manor, and even now I'm unsure of just how much of what I experienced was real. From what I was told by my friends upon their first visit to the hospital where I was admitted, I'd been rescued and guided back to the edge of the swamplands by Wispy Willows. Apparently he'd been worried enough to go looking for me despite his fear of the old manor.
He'd found me beneath the shade of a tree, nearly catatonic and muttering Moon Dancer's name over and over again. He was able to guide me back to the edge of the swamp where his cabin was before leaving again to get help. By the time help arrived from Dodge City, I was in an inconsolable panic, spouting gibberish and lashing out at anypony and everypony who came near.
I was eventually sedated, contained and brought here to this hospital where I now reside indefinitely. Because of my mental state, it's taken me several weeks to document the events that befell both Moon Dancer and I, but now that I've reached the end I can't help but wonder what became of the thing which Moon Dancer had foolishly awakened and fallen victim to as a result. I'm absolutely certain she shared the same grisly fate as Lucerne Hayseed, but I've heard no news of any such creature rampaging across Equestria in the time I've been confined here.
I haven't told anypony of what transpired inside that manor, but the seal was left unbroken. Surely the formless thing would have escaped to cause untold terror and destruction? Had it remained in the manor? I admit that in my madness, some of the horrors I witnessed may have been of my own making, as might the dark and unfathomable voice that still plagues me, but I can't possibly have imagined the entire venture. No, I didn't imagine the thing that took my friend from me. I didn't hallucinate the monstrosity that oozed out of the basement.
I don't know what to make of it, but once Celestia reads this—if she reads it, then perhaps she can do something. Perhaps she can do what I couldn't and stop that abomination from hurting anypony else. And to any others who may read this and has made it this far, I give you one last word of caution. If you ever encounter a stallion calling himself Sound Mind, I beg you to turn the other way and ignore him. Avoid him if you can, and don't listen to his words.
Most importantly, if he offers you anything—be it a tome, a simple bauble, friendly advice, anything... don't take it. After what I bore witness to in Hayseed Manor—the horrors I experienced, I'm fully convinced that Moon Dancer had the right of it. That stallion is not what he seems, and what he offers will only bring ruin and madness.