I don't know what time it is. I awoke today with the hot sun beating down on my face while I slept on the sandy beach. I walked along the never ending coast line searching for any other person. I didn’t know what I would say to them. Would I tell them about my dreams and the constant whispers that I've heard throughout my life? Would I warn them of the group that held me in captivity while brainwashing me into believing I'm something I'm not? Or would I simply give them this journal and continue walking knowing that they will find me? I still don’t know. Regardless my feet were smoldered by the burning sand I walked upon. My mouth shriveled up forming a sandpaper like surface that demanded water. There was plenty of water in the sea but I knew that drinking the ocean water would do more harm than good. So I kept walking as I felt that I should do. Despite the thirst, hunger and pain, my body didn’t slow down. My muscles didn’t feel fatigued and sore. My feet, while extremely painful, kept stepping forward. Neither my physical body nor my mental will could hold me back on my journey. While walking on the burning Yellow surface I looked out into the horizon of infinite waves and saw a boat floating on the air. I learned long ago that due to the light bouncing off the water coupled by the world bending at the edge caused ships that sailed at such a distance to appear as if it was flying in the air. The heat coming off the sand distorted the image of the ship. Truthfully I'm not sure if there really was a ship there or if it was my own wishes personified in my semi delirious state. The hope of there being other people rang throughout my flesh and bones. I knew then that if I wanted to live long enough to be rescued I would have to find nourishment for my body's demands. I turned away from that distant hope and walked into that dense green foliage. I ate what looked to be edible despite not knowing if any of it was. Some of it tasted amazing while for others the rind sent worse signals throughout my tongue. A select few affected my body in ways I never knew it could be. One sent a euphoric feeling through my skin briefly allowing me to feel life. I can only describe it as knowing the truth of meaning and life only to forget it when it wears off. Another immediately caused me to empty my stomach through projectile vomiting. It left me empty and without strength lying on the dirt covered floor. I approached a clearing and walked out to find a hole dug long ago. I walked over to that hole and found the bones of someone long dead. The clothes that must have once covered its body had been turned to dust by time leaving the bare frame. Its spine was crushed while leaving the entirety of the two halves virtually untouched. I leaped down and sat next to the two halves. The ground had no vegetation showing that life had no desire to be down here. I looked above and saw a hole in the canopy through which the orange sky shown through. I pulled out my diary and started writing while there was still light in the sky.

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