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?”
log_05
I'm face to face with a metallic, humanoid body which clanks and whirrs as it rises out of the waves.
"I haven't seen you around before.. you're not from Rufachron or Quennsalix, are you?"
(those words didn't go through my translator correctly... i guess they must be local to this planet.)
(i start to speak with the hope that it's still working the other way around too.)
"um, I'm called sorrel- I fell from above."
he automation watches with a spark of curiosity in its eye. (lens?)
"Oh! I'm Sam. Do you want to come with me? Maybe we can find you a place to rest for a bit?"
(I guess I look worse off than I'd hoped.)_
log_06
as I walk alongside Sam, they share with me pieces of the world I've found myself in. not everything makes sense, but I understand enough.
this land is split into three districts; Rufachron, Quennsalix, and Nautinauka.
Rufachron was described to me as the city of steam.
“It’s an exciting place. They can be rather interesting, though I haven't spent enough time there to really get to know anyone yet.”
Quennsalix is nestled deep in a forest. the people there follow a deprecated order of being, bowing to a monarchy and practicing “magic”.
Nautinauka is the place Sam calls home, a place of advanced technological and scientific advancement.
home. I wonder where the place I called home was. I remember that feeling enveloping me like the full shell of [an aerogen].
complete. steady.
I stumble a little as I briefly lose my balance._
log_07
If anything, the place Sam brings me is rather… intimidating. Large black spikes emerge from the ground, like pins pierced through a thick felt of [earth]. Imposing grey structures tower over the two of us, unnaturally uniform surfaces, only littered with scars of weather and age.
She leads me down into the water, through a sparkling walk of crystalline structures. The way they reflect the soft light almost echoes the shine of the stars above.
The walls make way for a large room with a long bar at one side. Bottles of what seems like every shape and color line the walls, and someone stands the bar drying out a beveled crystal glass with a hand towel.
Another figure sits at the bar across from them. It bears a form one might describe as monstrous, mismatched body parts that twist the shape of its silhouette away from anything that could be feasibly natural. They both look up, broken away from whatever casual conversation was being entertained, and I’m frozen by the sharp, mismatched eyes that meet my battered form.
“Oh- hey, it’s okay! You’re safe here.”
Safe.
“This is Sorrel, they seem to be pretty lost.”
“Hey- Sorrel? This is Dulcibelle, and Sunset. They both live here in Nautika with me.”
Sunset gives me a warm smile.
“Well then, welcome, Sorrel. Stay here- I’ll fix you up with some soup.”_
