"Day 1

  I no longer remember when I woke up here. I don't remember my house, if I even had one. I don't remember having a family or friends.

  The only things I truly remember are my name and a my age: Zathor, 132 years old.

  The world I currently live in is difficult to explain. There is a lot of fog, the ground is made of something similar to gravel but very reddish and a bit soft.

  I write in this diary so that someone might find me and get me out of here somehow, and so that I don't go insane. I've been trapped here for 80 years, i don't age for some reason.

  There are no plants, only obelisks of flesh that seem to be made out of metal and look like a blasphemy against the being that created this horrible world. There are no people, animals, or anything that I remember being peaceful. There are only monsters, creatures without a defined shape, just an amalgamation of flesh and a black, corrosive substance that comes out of their wounds when they fight each other. There is nothing but death on this planet.

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  Day 3

  Perhaps a mirage, or maybe my sanity is fading. The feeling of seeing someone running among the obelisks was hopeful, but I saw what I least wanted to find. One of those horrible creatures, a little one, at least.

  I don't feel tired, which is actually good since I can run from these demons and explore more of this desolate world. Maybe I should give these things a name.

  Day 5

  I discovered some clues about the history of this horrible world. I found a cave where there were some cave paintings on the walls. They looked like people, and they were all kneeling in front of an indescribable being. It looked powerful and imposing. The people in the painting seemed to venerate it.

  I discovered other important things, such as: I have enough strength to break the obelisks that previously seemed like metal. I have enough speed to face two of the "Black Demons" at once. The Black Demons have their own language; I thought they just screeched and screamed randomly. I will try to unravel this strange language when I can.

  Day 9

  People. I found people after traveling for days. But they didn't seem trustworthy. I have a slight feeling that they might be dangerous. I still need to observe them a lot to be sure.

  Notes of the author: I will only use IA to translate and correct the story to the English language, nothing more.