Bewildering Detente Logbook Entry

I have created something that should not exist.

The researchers had it all figured out. They were smart enough to not go as far as I have.

The scroll is written, the portal is open.

And I see it.

And it sees me.

That damned eye. Unmoving, unblinking, but I know that it sees me.

And all in its gaze will wither.