Log #1

Today I woke up on a stone floor instead of my bed. The only items in my possession, other than my clothes, being this notebook and a pen. I don't know where I am and its cold, there is some light coming from this weird blue moss all over the walls. I don't remember there being moss that glows this brightly on Earth. I've decided to use this notebook as a log for my time here, wherever "here" is, and to help remember things for future use. Hopefully it will help stave off loneliness as well.

Log #2

I tried peeling some of the moss off the wall, it kept glowing even once removed. Using the help of the moss already on the walls, plus the bit I collected, I explored most of what seems to be a small cavern littered with stalagmites and stalactites. It's very damp with many puddles. I'm lucky neither I nor the notebook were lying in one when I woke up. I also found a strangely clean, almost carved, path leading downwards on one side of the cavern, and a crack barely too small for me to fit through on the other. I've decided to stay in the cavern for the time being.

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Log #3

Not long ago a noise started down the path I had found earlier. It sounds like a hollow droning, similar to a swarm of bees, accompanied by metal dinging against stone rapidly. Whatever is making the noise seems like it could be a living creature, I don't know if its friendly, but I need a weapon just in case. The noise is getting louder.

Log #4

I scoured the cavern looking for a weapon. Not finding much, I settled for a bunch of fist sized rocks and the tip of a stalactite about the length of my forearm. I also spread the moss everywhere near the path so I can better see what it is before it sees me. I am currently hiding behind a large grouping of stalagmites. Whatever is making the noise is almost here.

Log #5

I don't know what in hell those things were, but I'm leaving this cavern NOW.