June 30th, 2066

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As promised in the last entry, I've come up with the perfect story to tell. It's about my family, which is good--I like remembering things about them.

My parents, my brother, and I were all staying in a cabin. I don't recall the location, but I'm certain it was autumn at the time. The cabin was surrounded by colorful leaves and--

We're crashing. Something hit us. Impact. Everyone scrambling.

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