Wilson's Journal

by beatifulses

In this work, I tried to convey Wilson's experiences in Constant in a diary form from Wilson's eyes. I would also like to state that I interpret the characters and events according to myself. Some events come from my own gaming experience. I haven't played the game for a very long time, so I may have mistakes in some parts. Feel free to point them out!

64. DAY 46 (New World)

I stumbled upon something today—something I didn't expect, something… familiar. It was hidden in a dark corner of the woods, surrounded by the eerie glow of fireflies and the oppressive scent of Evil Flowers. At first, I thought it was just another strange ruin, but as I got closer, I felt a chill run down my spine. Maxwell's Door. I recognized it immediately, the twisted metal and ominous frame unmistakable. It looked almost exactly like the infernal machine that brought me here, to this hellish place. As I approached, the mechanism stirred to life, and Maxwell's sneering face formed in the shadows. His eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—seemed to mock me, just like before. I felt... angry, confused and... sad.

A thousand questions flooded my mind. Why is this here? What does it do? Could this be my way home? Or is it just another cruel trick? Another one of Maxwell's elaborate games? I'm not sure if I want to fall for that a second time.I remember what happened last time I trusted Maxwell's promises, trusted science to protect me from the unknown. It brought me here—into this nightmare. Could I really risk stepping through that door again? But then another thought took hold: what if it is my way home? What if, this time, it leads somewhere different? Somewhere better?

I stood there for what felt like hours, staring at the door. The fireflies buzzed around me, and the Evil Flowers seemed to inch closer, their very presence gnawing away at my sanity. I had to make a choice. I… didn't step through. Not yet. I'm not ready. Not for another unknown, not for another trial I might not survive. I've just started rebuilding, I've finally found a rhythm in this world, and now I'm supposed to abandon it all for a gamble? A gamble Maxwell is surely laughing at?

But I can't stop thinking about it. The door is there, lurking in the back of my mind, tempting me with its dark promise. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel differently. Maybe next week. But today, I turned my back on it and returned to camp. As night falls, I'm left wondering—wondering if that door is a curse or a chance for freedom. Maxwell's games have ruined me before… but maybe, just maybe, they hold the key to escape...