log entry ID: .e.i....a 2025-06-08 20:41:29 EESTA serial novel.
I am James Teichert’s friend. And James Teichert was dead. The body of the man standing before me was James Teichert’s, and that body was alive, but plainly, in every way that mattered, James Teichert was dead.
The last time I saw James before that day was about two weeks earlier. It was normal not to hear from him for days at a time, so I hadn’t even started looking for him until the day before.
As I was looking for James, I ran into the new man by accident. I was crossing the square in front of the railway station on my way to his sister’s place, when I ran into the crowd that had formed around him. Even from twenty metres away, I could recognise the face, but in his vocal inflections and his body language, he was a stranger.
He did not recognise me. “What is your name?” he asked with a sort of genuine curiosity and kindness that I have rarely known in anybody and I have never seen in James. It would have been disarming even if I had not known James Teichert.
I could say nothing but the truth. “Franziska Petrovich. Who are you?” His curiosity was infectious.
“I am the Christian God.”