It seems that I have been given a permanent residence here. The naming and numbering systems they use here is...unique.  The room I have been assigned is called Paj-Tessera.  It is at the Southern side of this walled place. Once again expressing my opinions, it is very strange. Something I must get used to, living here.

I have also been told that I will not be alone, but instead will be sharing with three others. I admit that though it would usually annoy me that I must share my living quarters, I am rather curious of them and would very much like to know what they know about this place called Econtra and what their views are on everything. Just one of the many adaptations I must make in order to orient myself with my new surroundings. Once I have a better understanding of this place, I fully intend on returning to my previous and preferred solitude.

My requisition to the Indigeo has not been verified, nor has it been commented on. While the clothing I requested are not urgent, as my current attire is clean and unsoiled, the explanation is much needed. If this Indigeo does not reply to my requests, I may do something I will regret for the cause of finding information.

Perhaps later on, I may explore the area and see what is in for myself and what is available.  I must also test the limits of this place and of this white thing encircling my wrist. This annoyance they call a cuff. It has successfully zapped me at least once. While not being particularly painful, as I have been in several worse situations, it has made me wary of its powers and also of what limits it has put on me. I intend to test it as soon as I can.

I only remember stepping outside of the shrine into the cool night air before being so rudely shipped off to this place. No permission for being pulled into another world, no apology. The gods must love me. The only blessing was that my staff had been transported here with me.
When they offered me a drink, I was still conscious enough to be wary of this offer. To be honest, I truly thought I had passed on and I was now in the presence of spirits. Later, I learned that it was far from that.

All my life, I had wanted to free myself from the bonds and duties of the shrine, free to wander and achieve my goal. Here was my chance, shoved onto me whether I liked it or not.

What he said, I am not entirely sure I completely understand. What I deduced was that I was in another world, not my own. Is it possible? Is it truly possible for other worlds to exist besides the Spirit world and the Human world? What did he mean by “real world?” Was my world a fake?

One thing was for sure. It was clear that I had been given two choices: Stay and ado to their wishes, or die. My answer is obvious.
I have someone I must find. My death will not solve anything. Though this was not exactly what I had in mind, I shall try it. A chance at a new life. Whether it will become my world or just another cage is undetermined.