Dear diary,

It's now two years since I arrived in this land. In that time I've met no-one but the strange villagers (who I don't think are human) but there must have been civilisation here before, many times in fact if the different parts of this enormous abandoned mine are any clue.

I can barely remember my time before I arrived here and I don't get the flashes of memories I described in my earliest entries anymore. I feel like I'm losing my past, but I'm not sure if that's a bad thing. Will I become less and less human as I forget who I was? Or will losing the pain of a life lived and forgotten help me move on to a better place in my mind? I don't know. What I do know is that building this city has become my life now and is the only thing keeping me sane, I can only hope that people do arrive and start to use it or it'll all be for nought.

It's becoming more and more painful to write these, I'm not sure if I can continue, you contain too many memories. Who knows? I may change my mind later and come back to you, but for now it's goodbye.

Alex