We're still free, for now. Although what use is that when no progress has been made?

Crimson's reign still stands strong over the others. In fact, it appears his power increases with every passing moment. The others are too far gone at this point, surely? Yet we're supposed to bring them back to their senses?

My will to fight appears to be draining along with the planet itself. Many uprisings have been attempted, yet his empire still stands sturdy, without a single fracture. Members of the resistance are being picked off like flies. With the amount that have been taken down, it has to be a sign that we're all going to submit to the same fate.

I'm always asking myself why I continue to fight, but I am never able to come to a conclusion. Why do I try to convince everyone that there's always at least a faint glimmer of hope? So I can comfort them? To try and Convince myself everything's okay? I love free will as much as anyone, but, what's the point of fighting for it if you're going to die trying?

You'd think the knowledge of the prophecy would raise my hopes up, yet it doesn't at all. It seems my faith in our ancestors is also being swept away into the abyss. After all, if they are as powerful as they say they are, why haven't they got rid of him? In fact they seem to support him, granting him powers not even thought of by anyone else. It would seem they don't appear to care anymore.

Not to mention the prophecy also came from Daisy. It's not that I don't trust her, it's just she's young and inexperienced, and was unable to complete her training. How am I supposed to know she interpreted it correctly? I'm choosing to ignore it, shoving it into the far corners of my mind. I will not let myself believe in a likely myth.

If the "Shadow casting down to spill Ruby blood" prophecy is how Daisy saw it, however, then I'll think that maybe all wishes are capable of coming true.

If some other alien species manage to find this once our species have gone extinct. I'd like to say that, not all of us submitted to Crimson, we waited patiently in the undergrowth for the takeover, but that day would never come.

At the time of writing this, however, these immortal creatures are wandering the road to death.

- Bramble, a soul slowly rotting