From the journal near the Tree:
What is this place? Oh, sorry, introductions are needed. My name is Clemp Soundson. I am a junior in high school, my favorite color is red, and I am a Curious.
If you don’t know what a Curious is, then you’ve probably been stuck in your tablet WAY too long. It doesn’t even matter because I’m not even supposed to tell you what a Curious is.
Anyway, I’m in this really weird place. I think I’ve heard of it before, but only in passing. I don’t even know how I got here. I was just minding my own business on the streets of Klamun when I walked into this place.
This place, though… it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. There are two large rock walls on either side, stretching to what seems like a moon. And rooted to the ground beneath that moon is a single dead tree. At least, I think it’s a tree. I’ve never actually seen one in person. Or at all. Again, just a thing that happens in passing.
There isn’t any life here, and the only thing I can hear is the pen against the paper and the sounds that I make, though there’s something about this place that scares me to make any sound at all. Like the silence that shouldn’t be broken.
I guess the only thing I can do while I wait for my escape is to study that tree.
From the journal near the Tree:
It’s hard to keep track of the days here. It could be day two or it could be week two. Time feels slow, yet it passes by in short bursts.
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There was nothing special about that tree. I walked the base of it, looking for something, anything, that could be of interest to me. All I saw were roots in the ground.
I had gotten closer to the tree, even so much as dared to touch it. After finding nothing else, I began to climb. I reached the top soon after, only to find nothing there.
What is so special about this place? There’s nothing here to see except that moon and that tree.
From the journal near the Tree:
My body is really starting to hurt. It’s really hard to focus.
It has to be day five by now. I’ve studied the tree so many times over, but all I see are the roots in the ground and the branches in the sky.
But that doesn’t explain the sudden and immense pain that is going through my entire body. It’s like it’s feeling every inch of me, inside and out, looking for the best way to kill me.
I can’t write anymore. The pain is
From the journal near the Tree:
I just came here out of nowhere. That’s weird, isn’t it?
My name is Sarah Colum. I just read through the last couple of entries that I found in this journal. It’s weird, but I’m assuming that this journal belongs to the dead body I found it with. Well, just to keep the memory, right?
I checked the body of this kid, and I’m sure he’s dead. No pulse, no breathing. He looks like he’s maybe 17? Brown hair, blue eyes.
But I’m going to be honest, this place is WEIRD. Just that moon and that tree? And there’s nothing on them? Pretty boring place, if you ask me.
I’m going to go check it out for anything more.
From the journal near the Tree:
He’s alive! Ohmygosh, he’s alive! That dead kid is alive! I’m freaking out right now, I’m so scared.
I just came back from exploring to see the guy’s chest just rising and falling. And his eyes were fluttering open and closed. What’s going on in there?
He’s awake now. And he’s staring straight at me. What
From the Journal near the Tree:
And she’s dead. That Sarah girl is dead. I will admit, she is quite a sight. That blonde hair and those blues eyes are something to adore.
I had the strangest of dreams while I was “dead.” But that’s all just a story for another day.
As for now, I need to get back to my home world.
Goodbye, you danged Tree. May you forever live in Hell.