I opened the so-called terminal today. It was a weird sensation, I could feel mana being pulled out of my body by some outside force when I opened it up, only for all of it to be returned when I got rid of it.

I was right in that it was a method for communication between others of my kind, ‘dungeons’ supposedly. It also does things like facilitating trade, ideas mostly, but some goods are occasionally moved around.

I did talk to a couple people using the terminal. Most of them contacted me, asking me about some creature I had made, the only one I had access to the other day apparently. There was one that said that I had probably saved his life, apparently, I made a pretty big donation of mana to him in his time of need. I don’t remember this. He gave me a gift, a gift of knowledge specifically. He gave me information on making traps, he said it isn’t much, but it is much better than the basic one I would have gotten from the market.

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I don’t see myself using it much, but we will see where things go.

I spent a good bit of time expanding my maze, making sure to keep the whole thematic I have going wherever I expand my maze. With the walls covered in many colourful mushrooms and the floor covered in a layer of water. It’s pretty, though I wish I could have some trees.

While I was working a woman came into my maze a started yelling out a name. Both the woman and the name were familiar to me, pleasant. I want to talk to her, but I have no way to speak. I thought to use the same method I am using to shape the walls to communicate, but it is slow and not fine enough to use to write. I tried using mushrooms to spell something out, this did catch the woman’s attention though I failed to spell anything out. I simply don’t have enough control to do it, which feels wrong to me, but there is nothing I can do about it.

After I caught her attention the woman seemed to cry for a while. She seemed almost relieved at my failed attempts to communicate. After a while she just stood up and left.

Anyway, I’m out of mana and there is nothing more to talk about, so Good Night Diary.