The lost journal

I was searching through an end city. In a chest, I found a signed book, simply named "Journal". I went back to, my house and started reading. The next paragraphs are from the book( some readers might be slightly disturbed by the next content)

Day 1

The day has come, we will explore the Far Lands. We have been waiting for this moment for years. YEARS! But we came prepared.

Day 2

The Far Lands seem to grow as we venture into the unknown. We have the feeling that we are constantly watched. We just shrugged it off.

Day 3

We stumbled upon a house, with day to day items in it. We were freaked out, because we were the first ones here, so we would stop there and come back in a week.

Day 4

everything went wrong. (blood puddle) a creature with a body made from darkness and red eyes appears, makes us flee the Far Lands. Right before we would be able to destroy the Far Lands with TNT forever, the creature escaped.

Day 5

We unleashed something so powerful, so evil that even we, with enchantments and diamond tools and horses. It is a powerful fighter, and we can't fight back. We are from now on calling it: "The Far Man"

Day 6

We needed to move underground. The Far Man has taken over the surface, by killing all life, including plants, and leaving only darkness behind. We built a stronghold underground. we have three teams: one working on a potion to transform the Far Man into one of us, another working on a potion to terraform the surface, and the last one working on a portal to a new dimension, by using nether materials.

Day 7

I am currently writing from the other dimension. The portal closed in on us and now we live under the ender dragon's command. Not all hope is lost because both potions were deployed. The last one of us is now The Far Man is just like us, someone with a blue shirt and pants, black hair, blue eyes. We called him Steve. We built cities and even crafted a new item, The Elytra. Maybe not all hope is lost.

Day 10

We made a terrible mistake by eating the fruits. We now have longer limbs, and can barely speak.

Day 17

We all turned black, with purple eyes. This is the last time I wrruite h eerre  ffefnjnbgygb.

"so I was not the only one."

I went back to my house and then I realized, the man they described in the journal, it is me!

Suddenly, before me appeared the Far Man and four chains grabbed my limbs and then closed.