From desert

:T (Apologize immediately and explain yourself!)

And it fell. A deafening great collapse. Which, by the way, has almost crushed somebody.

No windows in sight. No secret passages either, obviously. There is a "secret" in the name after all. In conclusion, the simplest way appears to be just kicking your way in. So that is what you do, with all your strength. Oh-oh, seems like this door was compromised from the beginning... Or just badly attached.

You pack your things, put your boots on, and make your way to the sand castle. The door is closed. Hmm... (Try breaking the stupid door)

You apologized to your things and promised not to leave them ever again.

Don't live your things! They are your true pals, don't make them cry! (Maybe it's better to take them?)

Stars... What the heck does that mean? You close the book(diary?) and look around. Oh, there, some kind of sand castle! (Take a closer look at the sand castle)

Kim... Yeah, sure, why not. So far there was no need in talking. But when the time comes, you'd be ready to proudly voice your name! (Navigate your way by the stars. Where even are we?)

Nick said to "note only things of importance", otherwise I will "die under he piles and piles of written garbage, trying to recover the lost memories". Well, if this ever happens. Thanks for explaining this in time. MUCH APPRECIATED. Okay, strictly speaking, I'm going into the desert. " ............... The crazyness of the writer of this diary surprises you. No way it was actually you. Ehrm, you mean, this is just some random rambling. And the name Sally seems not appealing at all. But... Having no name is a bit weird, maybe you will remember eventually..? So far no luck. You guess you'll just make one for yourself then. Your name is... (Kim)

You can control yourself. Kinda. Anyways, first of all, you realised, that those things around you need... Inspection, yes. Let's see, lots of canned goods, (Is this meat?), A jackknife, pens, compass, brush and a... Erm, a toy clown's head? Okay, okay. (check the book)

This time you finally wake up for real. (You ask what do you mean by "this time" and "for real". But you are left ignored.) There is sand in your pants and a boot in your arm in a middle of a dessert. The fact that you lack any memories doesn't help the situation. Confused, you sit surrounded by various, seemingly useless (Hey!) objects. (Check what you have in (probably) your backpack)

And the first thing you learn about yourself is... You are a sleepwalker. I know, truly fascinating. Still unconscious, you take off your boot and shake the sand out of it. (Stop fooling around and wake up already!)

You are unconscious, mouth full of sand. Ew. Maybe it's time to wake up? (get rid of sand in your boots)