Today is the 28 487th day since I've been trapped in this strange yellow maze. I have completely forgotten what the sun looks like.
Damn those Allies. Maybe if it weren't for them, I'd still be home, or I'd be dead. Anything is better than this.
The weird black thing nearly caught me today. I don't even know where I came from anymore.
I tried Greek fire again and nearly lost my other hand.
I'll find a way to get out these forsaken halls.
I can find a way to get out.
Eventually, my pencil will run out. Then what?
