I'm... alive? Yes. Yes, I'm here, I'm breathing... but something's wrong. Very wrong. This isn't the same place, but it's similar. Too similar. The trees, the grass, the sky—they're all here, but it's like looking at a picture that's just a little out of focus. The world feels... wrong. And I feel wrong in it. My body... this isn't my body. I know it. I feel it. It's as though I've been... copied. I look at my hands, my feet—everything seems intact, but it's not me. Not really. It's a replica, a construct of something... dark. That thing must have pulled me back, that same twisted force that bound me to this place before. But this time, it's different. It's inside me now.
I remember the last moments—the shadows closing in, clawing at me, and then... nothing. I don't know how long I was gone, but I know that I shouldn't be standing here, alive, breathing. It wasn't the effigy this time. That was used up, destroyed. Something else brought me back. Something darker, more ancient. Is this even life? Or am I simply... animated? A puppet moved by some unseen hand? The thought gnaws at my mind, but I push it aside for now. I have to survive. The rules are the same, after all. Gather, build, endure. The world may be different, but the dangers are the same—hunger, cold, madness. I remember them well. Too well. But this time, I'm not the same Wilson. No, no... I'm something else now. There's a darkness in me, a part of me that wasn't there before. I can feel it, coiled like a snake in the pit of my stomach. It whispers sometimes, quiet at first, then louder when I'm alone, when the silence stretches on too long. I don't know what it wants, but it's there, waiting for something.
The world feels more hostile, more... alive in its cruelty. But I'm ready for it. I've seen death. I've faced madness. This time, I won't be caught off guard. This time, I'll be prepared. I look around and take stock of my surroundings. The same desolate wilderness—twigs, flint, the crackling underbrush. But there's an odd feeling in the air, like a storm just on the horizon. I don't trust it. I don't trust any of it. But what choice do I have?
So here we are again. Day one. A fresh start. A new world. But I am not the same, and neither is this place. There's something lurking beneath the surface, something waiting. And this time, I'll have to face it, with this twisted, unnatural life that's been forced upon me.
Let the game begin. Again.