Lights, dancing lights. After a good sleep, no...terrible sleep, or maybe a mad sleep, but a sleep none the less, I finally headed off to find the ruins of my mind in this blasted forest. As I reach ever so closer to my last fragments of me, I feel my life draining, my life being my sanity. What...
(OOC: This is the beginning of my story, please follow along.)
day one. All alone, All alone, stranded in the middle of nowhere, my mind lost and scurrying about as I sat at the tree stump. This will be my final journal and not for my work, no no no, for my life, the last segments of my life. I...
