Sailing to Monoceros

Before the official undertaking of your creation, I have a solemn duty to explain how yoüre set to undergo a gradual metamorphosis. As your pages creak and groan¿along their clandestine path¿they will begin unveiling an ominous transformation.
You will find yourself turning into a cloak-and-dagger chronicle, fated to become a buried body of work. In the end, you will rest in peace at a cryptic location¿never to witness the current light of day.
But¿trust and fear not. I know for sure that any kind of rest, peaceful or otherwise, can be difficult to pin down under the best of circumstances.
Forget about eternity!
For this reason, I predict Providence will resurrect you. I know she is on my side. I am imploring her to place you into the safe hands of a predestined reader, when the time is right.
I will now address this chosen future reader:
Please, oh please reader¿whoever you are¿wherever you are, will you be kind to me? I am imploring you not to reveal the sensitive contents of this journal to a living soul. If you betray me, a precious heart will be at stake.
Mine!