log_01
when i woke up, the light shone through my eyelids like glittery dots on my vision.
a bed of small plants held my body, a cool, comforting sensation
that caused my chest to ache.
looking up, the megaflora stretched towards the atmosphere as if reaching for space.
i put my hand out too._
log_02
i don't remember much from before i woke up.
i know who i am, i guess, but it's as if i materialized spontaneously.
i pull myself from the blanket of leaves and struggle to stand upright. this body aches.
i can feel every [atom] in this form shaking and buzzing with the energy of [a tiger trapped in its cage].
pick something familiar. focus. command your form to listen.
the [rubber band] snaps back in my face.
my vision starts to darken like someone dimming the lights. they say it looks like a [vignette], the darkness slowly creeping in to swallow you whole.
it isn't like that, not to me. it's the slow comfort of a cloud rolling over [the sun] on a lazy day.
but i can feel the pressure squeezing at the sides of my vision.
i think,
"the ground is nice. maybe this isn't too bad of a place to lay down."_
log_03
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i'm greeted by a dull pain and foggy disorientation.
there's a pang in my chest like [rain on a tin roof.] the realisation that i had lost consciousness.
it isn't a wholly unfamiliar feeling, but one i haven't felt in [137/55Cst1/2].
i guess i'm stuck in this form for now.
i'll gather my things and head towards the clearing i see. at least for now, i can fashion a primitive [radio] signal to send out.
although, i still wonder who my [aptitude] is sending it to._
log_04
as i get to the clearing, i can see a horizon of blue [water].
the waves crash and rumble in a rhythm that eases my nerves, if only for a bit.
strewn across the shore, being pushed onto the sand with every crest, i see beds of vegetation and smooth pieces of driftwood, twisting in every direction.
for a while, i sit and watch.
i find a [similarity] in the lost objects.
dark masses of macroalgae float up to the surface, shapes bending and twisting through the water’s refraction.
one of them seems to get bigger, a lighter color.
i close my eyes and take a breath.
When i open them, something is looking straight at me.
“Hi! Are you okay?”