The Last Journal of xXSykla

the awakening

If you find this... my name is xXSykla.

That's the only thing I know for sure, and even that name feels like a fragile string, barely holding me together. I don't remember anything else. No past, no purpose, no memories of a life beyond this world. I woke up here, lying flat on my back in an endless field of grass, staring up at a vast, colorless sky. The sun was rising slowly on the horizon, casting long shadows over the blocky landscape around me. There was a chill in the air, an emptiness that felt almost unnatural. The world around me seemed quiet. Too quiet.

As I took my first steps, I noticed a strange instinct kick in, something in the back of my mind that told me what to do. I punched a tree, gathering wood with my bare hands. It felt oddly satisfying, and I didn't question it. Soon, I had crafted a few basic tools: a wooden pickaxe, a shovel, a sword. It felt familiar, but not in the comforting way one remembers a favorite childhood toy. It was more like the memory of a recurring dream-half-forgotten, unsettling.

Night fell faster than I expected. A sense of unease washed over me as the sky darkened, swallowing up the sun in one swift, quiet motion. The world around me was cloaked in silence, an oppressive stillness that made my skin crawl. There was no wind, no rustling of leaves, no distant animals calling out to one another. I was completely, terrifyingly alone. The silence pressed down on me, thick as a fog. I quickly gathered some dirt and wood and built a small, cramped shelter, just big enough to crouch inside.

I sat there in the dark for what felt like hours, listening to the silence, feeling it wrap around me like a suffocating blanket. My only companion was a flickering torch, casting dancing shadows on the walls of my makeshift shelter. I hoped for sleep, for a moment of rest that would bring clarity to my mind. But sleep didn't come. Instead, I stayed awake, staring into the darkness, trying to understand this place, this strange, empty world where nothing felt real.

As dawn broke, a hollow sense of relief washed over me. But even as I stepped outside, blinking against the harsh light of the rising sun, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I felt watched, as if unseen eyes were observing my every move, studying me. Waiting for me to make a mistake.