Time has passed since my last entry, of that I am aware. I’ve spent every waking hour since, trying to find a way to end this unholy Elder, though nothing has, yet, fit. Within my secret study, I’ve begun work on a device of my own. Whereas the Watcher’s map device was designed to enter and lock tight the Elder’s pocket dimension, my machine is of a different nature, though not entirely dissimilar. Day and night, I have toiled away, tinkering and shaping this invention. When I’m finished, this Elder will never bother our world again. The creature cannot be killed, and divorcing its spirit from its body has not kept it silent, but maybe… just maybe… It can be exiled…