Abandonment. Despair. Desire. So many things left to remnant about and so many things wished to be. But alas, it will never be as it was. I doubt that anyone will hear this, but it's the only thing i can do with a broken leg. The creature has been crawling around these tunnels recently. I've given up on everything but remembering. The thing's colour pattern is tricky. It cannot be clearly seen not in the darkest of spaces not the lightest. Its servants are climbing down the walls, moaning unspeakable words. I am feeling my last hour slipping out. God has abandoned us.