One night, you took a walk through the forest.
You walked, and walked, until you could no more.
It was cold. It was dark.
Eventually you had to stop.
...
Now, you don't remember who you are, or how you got here.
Now, you're left here alone with nothing but your own four hooves, and a diary.
.
.
.
...Yet.
You know there's still one thing left to do; the only thing left to do.
So,
you begin.
Why not?
Figured it out by flipping a few pages?
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it'll be explained later
yes; it was pretty obvious by the entries haha