#journal_entries

...CONNECTING..... ...CONNECTION SECURED. ACCESSING FILE: C:\SERVER\DATABASE\USERS\017625\2025_07MOON_22\JOURNALENTRIES Journal entry #8 I've mostly recovered from the withdrawals, though I still get headaches quite often. Clancy told me one time when he was delivering my food that I'd been here about a month now. I can tell, my body is getting antsy, not with anxiety but with restlessness. I need to do something, but I'm...hesitant to even leave this tent. Що вони про мене подумають? After my initial medical intervention, I had to leave the medical tent to the makeshift one they set up for me at the other side of the camp. In that short walk all I got were stares of discomfort. Of fear. Я для них символ смерті. Я не хочу відчувати їхній погляд. Я просто хочу почуватися в безпеці. But still I grow restless. I wonder if there's something I can do away from their prying eyes? CONNECTION TERMINATED.

...CONNECTING..... ...CONNECTION SECURED. ACCESSING FILE: C:\SERVER\DATABASE\USERS\017625\2025_07MOON_16\JOURNALENTRIES Journal entry #7 This past week has been a test of fortitude. Between fading in and out of consciousness, eating a little just to hurl it back up, constant fevers and nausea, and the neverending feeling of being on edge, I have had little time to write anything down. It turns out that the "help" Clancy had mentioned before my health took dire turn was just food, water, and someone to take care of me. I tried my best to resist at first, insisting I would do fine on my own, but soon the fevers and delirium got the better of me and my resolve faded quickly. It felt invasive at first, having someone watch my every move, and although I hate to admit it- I grew fond of the tender care I was given. At first they rotated in shifts, the Torchbearer, Clancy, and the nurse who had taken care of my injuries before, Jenna her name was if I recall. But after witnessing my skittishness and refusal of any help, Clancy refused to leave my side. I could tell in the small moments of lucidity I had that the constant care was getting to him, and he started dozing off near the end while sitting in the chair they set up to keep watch on me. Though he stayed silent for most of it, our relationship strengthened with the gentle touches of a washcloth and the soup he guided into my mouth. I feel safer with him now. In this place. Можливо, це місце не таке вже й погане. CONNECTION TERMINATED.

...CONNECTING..... ...CONNECTION SECURED. ACCESSING FILE: C:\SERVER\DATABASE\USERS\017625\2025_10MOON_08\JOURNALENTRIES The others are making room for me. It is a silent welcoming, not spoken aloud. I think they are scared I am going to run off. Іноді мені хочеться. I join every night now, and instead of giving me a wide berth, they have started including me in things. They joke and prod about my insatiable appetite even though I am "a stick with legs and bird wings" but they have started leaving more and more food out for me when I come later. I now have a designated spot on one of the logs nearby the bonfire. I think they noticed how much I stare at it. Some of them talk to me, tell me about their day, what they are planning on doing. They never ask questions or expect me to respond. They accept me, it seems. I feel...safe.

...CONNECTING..... ...CONNECTION SECURED. ACCESSING FILE: C:\SERVER\DATABASE\USERS\017625\2025_08MOON_12\JOURNALENTRIES Journal entry #11 We returned from our trip a few hours ago, after dinner had been served to the camp, but not late enough for people to have gone to sleep. Clancy was kind enough to enter the camp nearest to my tent, so I wouldn't have to see too many people. The Torchbearer made his way towards our location on the outskirts of the camp once he saw Clancy and I had arrived. We were carrying a deer that we had slaughtered. The Torchbearer, or "Torch" as Clancy refers to him, had made some sort of gestures that Clancy understood. Clancy relayed the day's journey, as the Torchbearer listened intently, glancing towards me every once in a while. "It was pretty chill, a whole lot of walking. But that gave us some time to chat, and get to know each other better. Well- it was mostly me talking and Seven staying silent but that still counts." The Torchbearer made some more signals with his hands, different than the last time. He glanced toward me in the middle of his hand-dance. I must have not hid my intrigue very well because he suddenly stopped whatever he was doing, and then looked at Clancy while nodding his head towards my direction. Clancy looked and understanding dawned on his face. "Oh, right! I told Seven here about you signing earlier. They were very intrigued at the notion. It seems they didn't know you could communicate without using your voice," Clancy informed the Torchbearer. "It seems they also struggle with speaking like you do, Torch. Maybe you could teach 'em sometime?" Torch got very excited with this new information, and nodded with enthusiastic effort. He seems very passionate about the proposal. I won't deny I am also looking forward to be able to converse without straining my voice. There was idle chatter between the two, for a few minutes before Clancy had closed the conversation with, "Love catching up with you, but this deer is killing my back, so let's go bring it to the butcher's tent and we can talk on the way there." Clancy turned towards me and said, "Seven, you can go in your tent if you want, Torch and I got this." I took the offer and opened the flaps of the tent next to us, laying down on the cot at the back of the room. I tried to go to sleep as I was exhausted from the physical exertion I had just undergone, but as much as I tried I could not quiet my mind. I kept thinking back to the trip. It was fine, mostly. As Clancy had said, it was quiet and almost boring for the majority of the day. Clancy filled the silence with talking, and I listened to his rambles of whatever came to his mind. Occasionally we'd hear a snapping of twigs or rustling of leaves and we'd go quiet in search of an animal, but it we came up empty for most of it. Still, the further we got out into the woods, the more unsettled I became. A stench had followed us, it seemed. One achingly familiar. Death. Not fresh. Rotting. Clancy had smelled it too, after I'd asked him about it. He'd assured me it was nothing, probably some old carcass the scavengers of the forest hadn't finished, but no matter where we went, I could still smell its pungent odor. Clancy didn't mention it after that first time, but I could tell afterwards he was more alert and wary of his surroundings. He'd even went so far as to put me behind him when a noise came echoing through the forest. I'm sure it was nothing. CONNECTION TERMINATED.

...CONNECTING..... ...CONNECTION SECURED. ACCESSING FILE: C:\SERVER\DATABASE\USERS\017625\2025_07MOON_01\JOURNALENTRIES Journal entry #4 The past few days, I've debated leaving the camp. I have come to the conclusion that even if I wanted to, I would not survive outside in Trench on my own, as they would surely find me.The main reasons are as follows: since my abrupt "landing" into this camp, I have sustained significant injuries. Some broken bones, scrapes, et cetera, but nothing I haven't dealt with before. The concerning part is my broken wing, followed by a sizeable amount of feathers missing or broken, leaving me grounded until I heal. Flying would be crucial to my survival, in getting a layout of the landscape, and a quick escape from any...enemies I might come across. The other reason is...I am not quite sure where exactly I am located. Precluding my escape, they flooded my system with a large does of Neon. Much more than normal. The large dose made the usual calming effects of the substance into a disorienting mental state. I can't quite remember how I even got here in the first place. And of course, the reason that anchors me into the ground, no matter how functional my wings are. Кленсі CONNECTION TERMINATED.