Day 144, Year 3457
I have made it here. No one has found my savored doll. The people here at the recreational camp are nice and calm, like a feather in the wind. Quietly I stalk a lone swan in its regal ponds territory, and it seems at peace. However, they have run out of good quality food at the camps, and now I must hunt for some my self. This swan seems so pure and innocent; it truly does feel like a bad shame to kill it. If I do, then I must protect the corpse from those who are scavengers and pick up the remains from others, more lucky. My mystic doll surely would've granted me the luck...
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