09/11/2021
"I have been through the ruined dwellings of the old world. Houses, I think I heard them called. Not much left to them now. Some kind of rock and metal, rust and vegetation covering what look like bones protruding from the ground. There are of course those big buildings, huge structures that seem to resist time, weather and any other curse thrown at them. I went into one of them once, not sure what I was looking for but what I heard still haunts me today. I dare say, whatever has made its home there is welcome to it. "
From the journal of the Traveler, circa unknown.