LOG ENTRY: 01 // DAYS ALONE: 114 // PHYSICAL STATUS: Stable // WEATHER: Overcast Just found this old journal. I'm going to start documenting my findings here, only to pass the time. First things first: my name is Arthur. I’ve been stranded in this bizarre wasteland for God knows how long. I’ve spent the last few weeks searching for any trace of humanity, but I’ve found absolutely nothing. I give up. I am completely alone in this place. Recently, things have taken a turn for the strange. I hiked back to a familiar spot today, but the geography was completely altered. Even worse, an upside-down tree was growing directly out of barren rock where nothing should survive. A few miles past that, I found a perfectly still lake. When I threw a heavy stone into the water, there wasn't even a splash. The surface didn't even ripple. I’ve taken shelter in a nearby cave to wait out the coming rain. Ending this entry for now. See you tomorrow. Maybe.
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