A note, left in the treehouse in Cowell on 15 July 2018:
I am going to go up on the roof of the shack, and see if I can fly up to the top of the aerial posted there. The energia arcs from there to the last old marker, and I’m curious about what the energia is.
I hope it’s not harmful to me. I was on the scaffolding over the marker the other day, watching the energia arcs, and did not feel anything dangerous. No heat, or tingling sensations, no sound either. Just bright energy arcing to the marker from the aerials in other parts of the Forest.
I’m leaving this note here to be found in case I’m not able to be found myself. So folks know something of what may have happened to me.
Please let my sisters both know that I love them lots.
Entry dated 8 June 2018:
“A very bright pink? flash from the direction of the Forest. There have been murmurs from the ground there, an uneasy earth undergoing some changes once more.
I’ve flown over to have a look, and the last marker in the oldest part of the Forest has energy arcing to it frequently. This change is a sudden one, and seems to be causing some reaction from the marker and the Forest itself.”
Separate entry, dated 8 June 2018:
“I am here again at this time. At least that is what it looks like. ‘I’ have just flown in from the north, probably Varney, and am looking at the old marker.
So strange to see me doing things I know I’ve already done.”
Entry dated 2 July 2006:
“I have decided to join Second Life. I have an idea of what I’d like to look like, and a backstory of sorts flexible enough to make my way in this new world. I wish the last names were a bit more flexible with what I’ve chosen, but I think I can manage with ‘Bu’.”
Separate entry, dated 2 July 2006:
“Okay, now I’m a little frightened. I’m here but not here. I know everything, but know nothing.
No offense meant to Ruth, but I hope I’m not stuck like this now.”
Entry dated 15 July 2001:
“The land is rising from the seas again. It is the end of the world.
Entry dated 15 July 2010:
“I recognise this place. Well, almost. The map is full of familiar shapes, but what the Residents have placed on it is very different. Where are the trees, and Phineas Jack’s lookout tower?”
Entry dated 15 July 2011:
“Something shifted. I am trying to figure out what exactly, but I cannot place it.”
Entry dated 21 July 2018:
“I am all banged up from being tossed a few regions over to that small island in Rosedale. A couple meters over or short in any direction would’ve dropped me into the ocean.
I think I’m okay, though. Just sore, and have what feel like memories of another time. A really long time ago sort of time. I smell the Void Sea, and I’m nowhere near it. It feels very close…
I had a very strange experience, possibly while I was unconscious. I experienced a regression through time. I encountered my past selves, and then seemed to go back before my time, or the time of Our World. I wonder if this has anything to do with the double–posting on the Feed.
Whatever it was, I don’t think I was affected in ‘reality’. All my pixels are present, my friends can see me normally, et cetera.”
Scribbled into the margin of this entry:
“i have horns!”