This is the compilation of journals I have dug out of the ruins of refugee ship in Ursa Minor. The journals chronicle a series of events that occurred in the year before the Great Cataclysm befell earth. I have translated as best I can. It is a cautionary tale that must be passed on to future generations.
This is the first journal, the first of seven. It stands as a metaphor both to all we can be as humans and all we have lost. A monster tore out our heart and now the monster is all we can see when we lie in the dark.
We need to banish the monster and claim back our heart.