It is strange, writing an introduction to one’s personal journal but I feel this is the thing to do. The fruit of old empires are mysterious things, and I do not know the true nature of this terminal. I may be inscribing my words into the remains of some sentient being who is reading this as I write, or I could be overriding the programming of an ancient super-weapon who’s mechanism happens to mimic that of a portable word processor. No matter the case, I find introduction a necessary precaution.
I am a Scholar. I had a name once, a long time ago, but I have since lost it while wandering the Infinite Plains . I do not know how I got here, or how long I have been traveling these lands. I am consumed by a unique wanderlust common to those who inhabit the Plains. This is a world of horizons, one wonder after another to be found over the next hill, within the next forest.
There is great beauty to be found here. I am writing these words within the foyer of palace carved from a singe, gigantic crystal. It is filled with glowflies, small motes of living light that can slip through any crack and pass through any light conducting material, making them the ideal invasive species. The palace pulses with rainbow light as the flies pass through its translucent walls. My current companion, a canine Barbarian that wields a formidable axe in its prehensile tail is sleeping next to me.
This is also a world of tragedy. I try not to dwell on the bodies I have found, most of all paired corpses of similar morphology but different size. I am thankful that I crossed into these lands alone, they are most hostile to groups of beings, though towns are not unheard of. These lands must have known war at some time, many of the fruits one finds are destructive in nature, but some can be most wondrous.
I will catalog my journey as I can, and I hope this helps anyone who finds it in the future. I apologize for the lack of a central index, I find this machine somewhat unwieldy. I have linked my stories as able, though I fear reading my entire log may require a journey in itself.
-W