The journals of a un-named author, who seems to find himself abandoned in a forest all alone.
Today, whatever today is, is my first day, of being wherever i am. Whoever i am. I have found myself to be in the middle of a forest. The trees tower above me, and i feel insignifinact. I have no idea were i am, or how i got here. Although, i cant say i have a idea who i am either. "
I survay my surroundings. There is a running stream, with a small cliff above it. I am surrounded by a seemingly endless sea of trees. There is a strange chest beside me.
What shall i do?