What is real anymore? I carry metal and electronics on my arms, a dash of light into the nothingness? There’s only darkness. Whatever is inside, it has consumed the whole complex. The walls are here, I can touch them. The floor is here, I can walk on it. Then why can I see it? It’s impossible to see anything. The flashlight doesn’t illuminate anymore. It doesn't matter how hard I blast it’s power, nothing shines. The darkness devours the light. An allconsuming void. There’s only one thing I can see. Recoveries.

Recoveries.

They are unaffected by the void. What are they? What? How? The void takes all.

I’ve begun seeing recoveries through the walls, they are no longer there. The complex is a mess of nonexistence. But they are. I cannot walk through them, I don’t fall into the ground. I are longer here? Righ.

It’s difficult to get more recoveries, the flashlight doesn’t work anymore. I cannot see where the walls are, and seeing all the recoveries around me makes it impossible to judge if there’s a wall even there.

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The hole

There’s a big recovery there. I won’t get near it. one step in false and I’ll fall to my death. There’s no floor to see. I have avoided getting near it. the recovery is big, it must be kilometers underground yet I can see it’s light the size of a fingernail. Whaty would be?

I haven’t seen Teradoi in the whole day, I’ll go back to the ship. I’m done. It’s weird to be at the entrance and be able to see light and the ground, even if they snowstorm makes be blind.

They are dead. I am not surprised. Kerian hid another computer on the cockpit. Why am I not surprised? I moved the bodies to the cargo bay, yet another recovery. At least this time I managed to recover it. I know for a fact that the ship does not need to be piloted. Once the clock hits midnight it will close its doors and go back to orbit. Last hours.

The darkness is encroaching, but bad luck, I’m making my way out. Should have gone for me sooner.

This is my last entry from the Old World as I am leaving the planet, and probably my last one ever. I guess the Remnants were right with making this diaries/almanacs. I just have one thing to say. You might stare me all you want, fucker, but I see you back. Straight through you. Llum out.