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Nice, starting a new life in my world. Have not done it in a while, I wonder if I meet my past self? Huh, that'll be fun. Eh, we’ll see. Let me start where I always do. Here I am, sitting in my most favourite place in the world, laying down underneath a rain tree, hands behind my head looking at the sun twinkling between the gaps of the leaves. Breathing in and out, deeply. I know what you’re wondering about, what is a rain tree?  It’s just the coolest tree in the world! Both figurative and literal. Its trunk has the same shape and sturdiness of an oak tree, with massive but sensitive roots coming out of the ground, perfect for sitting if you want shade in the afternoons. But the best part of this beautiful life, is the leaves, an evergreen with a  boat like shape, every leaf almost looks like a pistachio shell sticking out of it’s branches, with the purpose to collect dew over night and spray them during the hot mid day sun, when a gust flies by, ruffling the leaves side to side, moistening the sensitive roots and the soil. Not only that, it helps the plants who loves the shade and needs constant water healthy underneath it, with one special kind that drives off pests, being a prominent customer under the tree’s helping hand.  If you’re lucky, you’ll see it do its magic. Like what I’m trying to do before I start my adventure. I touched its rough bark and used it to prop myself up, grunting then stretching as I looked up. As if I was the maker of this world, the wind flew by perfectly timed, swaying the leaves and releasing its fresh water contents. It felt like a quick light shower only lasting for a few seconds but it was beautiful, some of the droplets flew with the breeze, reflecting the sun, separating its colours. I love this tree. Hmm. Now what? I don’t have any schedule to uphold, I’m a free man, I can do anything I want. Let’s Dirk Gently this and just walk I guess. I looked to my left and right, choosing which path to take. This might the biggest decision  I'll make this lifetime, to my left, amongst the trees hid a makeshift shelter, it looks all survival like, made with bended wood, mud and straw. Weather has not been too kind to it, I can see a make shift farm filled with wilted plants organised in rows. I looked to my right and I see a dark forest, ominous fog and crunching sounds echoes behind it, with high pitched singing from the wildlife, slowly fading the more I focus on it. Creepy... I checked the pants I was wearing, mottled green and brown prints overwhelmed my cringing brain. Since when do I wear camouflage pants? I rolled my eyes and looked to the sky, shook my head and made a mental plan to replace this as soon as I can. I checked my pockets and try to feel for what I left myself for this adventure, I pulled out my thin rectangular, brown notebook, it immediately increased in size as soon as I looked at it. My trusty companion. I checked deeper and scrape the bottom of the space... Nothing? I got myself nothing else? Alright. I checked out what I was wearing for my top, just a simple white shirt with a chest pocket. I breathed in deep and rolled my eyes, looks like a challenge I set myself up here. Along with a simple hiking boots and a sports hat. I just looked at my options smile to myself, I wanted an adventure. Let's do it. Oh shit my shirt has a pocket. I felt  it and a hard circular metal pressed between my hand and my chest, I took what's inside and smiled, a gold coin! A weird symbol protruded from both sides, it's like an unfinished drawing of a flower, or like a rounded bluetooth symbol, wait, yep it's a rounded bluetooth symbol. I held the coin between my thumb and index about to flip the coin in the air. There are not enough evidence to know which way would be the best way, and knowing myself, the cover is never a great basis. I tensed my thum

Day 0 - Hesitant Introduction I’m excited. I made this world. This world has been with me through thick and thin. An escape from the reality where dread, misery and hate are programmed on the news to arouse focus and attention to their channels, just for a quick buck. Morality set aside to pleasure the audience’s subconscious, wanting drama and conflict.  I’m sick of it.  I hope you’re reading this while on a bus, commuting to work, getting ready to face the customers or bosses. I wanna rest your mind a bit, before all the hassle of day to day life hits. I know how it feels, I’m living through it. I’m typing this on my phone still deciding if I’m ready to share my personal space to the world. But this world gives me peace and a daily lift, readying me for the day and calming me for the night. I hope to the few people that hear this, try what I did. Make a place where everything is as you want it to be, a place where stress and depression, will be scraped on the door mat before you even touch the door knob. My world doesn’t have a name, it just… has a place. It exist in my mind and I enter in whenever I need to. Now that I’m writing it down it made me realise that it’s nameless. Maybe you can help me name it? That’s not important, let me describe my world a bit. I love forest and trees, the sway of the branches as a decently strong gust pass through makes the best sounds. Sitting in a root cavity, ground softened by the dry leaves that fell in the past, this is where I always start.  I love this place. In my mind I always have this notebook, but this is my special partner. I don’t need to have a pen to write anything on it. All I need to do is stare at one of its infinite blank pages and speak my mind, it just appears as if I’m writing it. I know the title says the word “writing” but I actually don’t know what it is. How do you describe the action of unloading information to writing with only your mind? Telekinetic typing? Ghost writing? Wait. Yep. My brain is my ghost writer. Oh yeah, my notebook. This notebook is indestructible, nothing in this world can damage it, not even water can wet it and make the pages get stuck, and when you dry it with a hair dryer it’s still all wrinkly and annoying to close. Yeah. I document everything in here, my thoughts, my adventures. It weighs nothing in my pocket and it’s always there when I need it. And it’s always there when I need it, taking notes, detailing everything I want it to. My world is full of characters developed through all the bus rides taken from the years that passed. People camping in the woods, enjoying the sound of peace. Dwellers living in the woodland city where it’s more busy and productive. But there’s one key difference. All of them are archers. I love the art of archery, the focus needed to get what you want out of the tools you have. It’s all between you and your arrows. All the day to day life necessity has an arrow associated to it. Need to harvest your crops? We have an arrow for that! It’s a blade arrow shot by a boomerang archer where all of their arrows come back to them. Need to clean your pool? We have an arrow for that! A sponge arrow shot by a mirror archer whose special skill is to bounce three arrows to any surfaces.  It’s a fun world, every problem has a solution, all you need to do is to look at it and solve. What else can I tell you? I love chess? Since I was young I’ve played chess and won several tournaments. It really shaped my mind to find solutions to problems shoved towards me. I don’t know what else to say, maybe you’ll get to know me more as you read, or maybe listen. I’m planning to put this on a natural reader so I can listen to my logs. One of the reason I want to do this, I want to document my world, and listen to it when I become forgetful, or even share it to m