Day 7
Dear diary,
I feel more aware of myself today.
Saix told me to keep up a diary, I'm not sure why though. He said I can do whatever I want with it, write, draw, whatever, and no one would read it. I don't really know what the point is.
Axel told me I was like a zombie for the entire week, totally out of it.
I wish I had some sort of memory of it so I could understand when he means, but I guess not having any memory of my week here helps me understand. Maybe.
Letters hover in front of you. An X is added and the letters start moving before you could read what they spelt, if they spelt anything, they could have been random letters with no meaning. The letters stop moving.
"Xirame" That's what the letters spell now. You hear someone say it, maybe it was you who said it but you're not certain.
There's a man standing in front of you, behind the letters. He's saying something, what is he saying? Something about purpose. Is he giving you purpose? Did you have no purpose before you found yourself standing here behind floating letters that spell out an unfamiliar name?
You're not sure.
But you nod anyway. He gestures for you to follow him, and you do.