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Dear Diary,
I woke up today in a dungeon. Ate a yummy soul and feel freshened. I gently trotted around, trying to find my way. Some very rude people with hollow eyes and ghastly empty faces tried to kill me. How impolite.
I made my way towards a little meadow, on top of a huge cliff, in the midst of some old castle’s ruins. The architects clearly had a blast with this place. It is truly wondrous.
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Dear Diary,
I noticed that every time I get hit too hard, I wake up at the last bonfire, like from a bad dream. Can’t complain, really.
I met someone today; He apparently loves staring at the Sun. The view is indeed breathtaking… I’m not quite sure where I’m heading, but I’m getting there. Steady but surely.
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I’m lost yet I’m not lost – who’s to say? Would this be Purgatory? Or perhaps Hell? If so, what were my sins, for I cannot remember?
Surely, this cannot be Heaven. If this would be Heaven, then we’d all be more lost than we’d think we are.
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Dear Diary,
I keep going and going, things are changing, doors are opening while others are closing behind me. This place… It is not my home, yet I won’t let it become my grave either.
I want to run away from it, yet I feel myself trapped in its spell, unable to stray, unable to yield. If it is true that not all those who wander are lost, then for sure I can tell you that all those who are lost, are doomed to wander.
I do not know yet for how long.
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Dearest Diary,
Thank you for being with me on this journey for so long. I must leave you now. I’ll place you down here, on the ground, for others to find you and to learn that all is not in vain.
Or perhaps it is. I guess it all depends on how you see things.
Ah, I see another path has opened before me. Until next time, farewell.