Threepwood Log
I am surprised and grateful that I am here writing this entry today. In my delirium, I followed a mirage westward. In a moment of either divine grace or unbelievable luck, I found an oasis among the arid wastes. I have filled myself and my canteen with the life-giving liquid. I feel scared at the thought of leaving this sanctuary to resume my search for the fanfiction section. But I must. I am a lucky survivor. If I don't, who will?
I owe it to the others that have given up on ever finding the fanfiction section here again. I must do as my great-grandfather used to and "keep calm, and carry on."
If anyone finds this journal, know that although it is a slim hope that the fanfiction section will ever be found. It is still hope. You must convince yourself of hope as I have. It doesn't matter how. Fight tooth and nail until you succeed. Maybe the relief of this oasis has made me emotional. I hope it's not something in the water.
Maybe I'll head out again to resume my journey after sundown tonight.