I didn't sleep well last night. Well...At least I slept a little this time. The image of those Pigmen still haunts me—their dull, lifeless eyes staring into mine. It's hard to shake the feeling that this world keeps throwing one disturbing mystery after another at me. But if I'm going to survive here, I need a plan. Wandering aimlessly won't keep me alive for long. So I decided to stay low and write things down to make a proper plan for today.

I decided to take a different approach. I can't afford to keep running blindly toward every little flicker of hope. Which is obvious that hope is a luxury in here. Instead, I'll survey the land. I need to understand what resources are out there and find a safe place to build a more permanent camp. It's clear now that I'm in some kind of twisted wilderness, and this isn't going to be a short stay. If I want to survive, I need to adapt quickly. Or I will be erased by natural selection.

The path has helped orient me, but there's so much I haven't seen. Different areas seem to have different kinds of resources—trees in one part, rocky ground in another. Which I call 'biomes'. Also I found a patch of swamp earlier today, thick with murky water and strange, hostile looking air. Yes. I just looked and turned away from there. There is no way I am going to that mosquito filled place. Also my hair would be ruined in humid places. So a big no for that biome. I also saw what looked like beefalo grazing in a field far to the north. That might be useful later, but for now, I'm keeping my distance. I've already had enough unpleasant surprises for few days...

I spent the day gathering what I could—more flint, grass, and sticks. I even found a few gold nuggets in a rocky patch! I never had so much gold in my whole life! Those might come in handy for crafting tools, though I'm not sure what exactly yet. But I am sure I will use it for something! The more I explore, the more I realize I need to be prepared for anything. But here's the problem: time is slipping away. The days are getting shorter—or maybe it's just my imagination, but every time the sun starts to set, I feel that same growing anxiety. Night brings that oppressive darkness, and I'm terrified of what might be lurking out there. The fire keeps me safe, but it feels so fragile, as if one mistake and I'll be swallowed up by whatever's in the shadows...

I haven't seen any signs of seasons changing yet, but something in the air feels... off. It's colder than when I first arrived, though the sun is still out. I can't shake this gnawing feeling that something is coming, something worse than just darkness at night. Tomorrow, I'll explore more, but I'll need to start thinking about a proper camp. I can't survive just wandering forever. I need to find a spot near resources—wood, stone, and food—and settle before it's too late. My instincts tell me this strange place won't stay calm for long.

I only hope I'm ready for whatever comes next. Which I am sure that I won't be ready.