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Entry 30:
During those long walks between the blue hued lights of the settlements of the wastes, I often come to ponder the reality of our great home. Often I only have but a few moments to do so before some cretin under a rock spots my distraction and attacks, but over my travels I've managed to collect some thoughts on it.
Why is it that no ones returned from the stone tower that's always upon the horizon on the eastern route? Even the greatest of towns have but a mere three stories, yet out upon the distance, we dozens of travelers have all spotted it, A grand tower of black and yellow stone, visible at such great length only because of the shadow it creates in the eternal blue glow of the world.
Once, a nicer bug I spent a time with along my path told me of her plans to travel to it, and each time we would meet each other we would share what knowledge we had learned of the eastern tower. We met thrice, and in the conclusion of fates final connection between our lives, she had informed me that she would be heading off the following week in search of the towers base, and with that we had parted ways as we had so many times before.
A month later I met another bug, worry clear in their form even as the exhaustion of clearly having traveled a great distance was apparent upon their shoulders. She told me she was looking for someone, and after some time of explanation, I came upon the understanding that it was none other but the tower bug. We set camp then and there, and I told her all I knew of the bug and the tower, and she informed me that the bug had been her mate and had disappeared one day. She wasn't worried for the first two weeks, as the bug often chose to walk the paths on her lonesome. But two weeks was where she drew the line, and after she had made her way to the northern settlement, she had asked around just to discovered that the bug had never arrived. As such, for the past week she had been pacing the paths, searching for clues of her lover.
I feel some guilt in my part to play of the tragedy, but the call of the wastes is too true for me to have hoped to stop the bug, and later her lover. The wastes have a plan for all of us, and I've found it easier to help those who seek along their paths then to try and stop them.
I've not seen either since, I hope they found each other.