I’m inclined to believe that we will spend more time on this region compared to the others. We are already on the same length than the others, but the cargo bay is nowhere near full, and we have depleted the ship’s surroundings already. Me and the boys have asked Kerian to move the ship to have easier and faster access to new untoched lands, but she has denied our petition. She was pretty verbal about it, this spot was apparently hand-chosen by the Remnants and we cannot fly back or repourspose the ship without the approval.

I honestly don’t know how to feel about that.

Not about the ship, it theirs so it makes sense we cannot move it unless they say so, but about the region. It creeps me out. Even though I have grown used to the suits, I no longer feel trapped inside like in the first mission, but the place oppressed my mind. And that’s taking into account the harsh weather and whispers of the marsh.

I don’t know how to describe it. It isn’t like I feel observed, but it’s like I don’t feel alone. And to be honest, in a place like this I prefer to feel alone. The sense of company that I feel isn’t from the crew, but something else. The statues? I don’t know. But there’s an underlying presence that accompanies me. I’ll talk tonight about that with Kal, he’s the only crewmate that I feel that understands me.

He seems the only normal one.

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Kal is with me, the place creeps us out. He doesn’t feel the presence like me, which IS NOT COMFORTING, but at least he understands me. Teradoi looks at me with derision as if I were a child, when I’m pretty sure we are around the same age, and Kerian just ignores us. I hate when she does that, that gaze of superiority she carries with her. She’s not superior to us, just more educated. And I doubt she could carry a single metal pipe with that frail body of hers. She’s not built to be here.

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To be honest, no one is.

There is nothing, but which each passing day I grow more uneasy. Maybe it is because nothing is happening. In a way, I feel some nostalgia to the noises and whispers. They kept me at edge, they told me something could happen. But here’s there’s nothing. It has been six days already but the place is just concrete debris, statues and most of them are broken, and the occasional trinket or furniture we find.

Most of the recoveries are metal, anything else is hard to come by. Like the diary.

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Oh, fuck. I just realized. Fuck. The diary.

We found it, well I, in one of those rectangular metallic boxes. Maybe that was the only reason why it was conserved that well after centuries. It was in a closed space. But I just remembered something.

There was a statue in the box.

It’s the only statue we have ever found in one of those many boxes, but the diary had taken so much of the space in my mind that I had omitted it. But now, what if the statue wrote the diary?

I know I said that statues are not people, nor they were, that much was clear when Teradoi broke one and it was revealed that they were only stone. But. But. Fuck. I cannot removed the idea from my mind. What if they are actually, or rather, were people?

Fossilization?

Does it happen like that?

I don’t know. I guess it’s weird that I even know to read and write for someone of my cast, but I feel it could be possible. I’ll try to ask Kerian, but she tends to be dismissive about my questions, mostly pushing me away.

Damn, I also forgot about asking her about the device.

My mind is a mess.

I have a diary but I don’t bother to read it, I guess I’m that stupid. I’ll try to reread my entries every morning. That way I’ll have a fresh mind.

That seems like a good idea. Yup.