Dear Diary,

Traversing these Dungeons feels a lot like common sense... a left turn, a right, then a left again... is just reversed when it is time to leave. But, I supposed getting lost is inevitable, just like anything bad in life, it is more likely to happen than not. I have learned to embrace the lost however. I don't really bother to remember which way I've come or gone, even though it would be totally easy to do. I just can't bring myself to care if I ever make it to the surface again really. What is there up there anyway besides figurative darkness to mirror the literal darkness below?

I have no friends or family to go up to see. My parents are too self involved to bother to visit or check to see if I made it out alive. I am an only foal as well, and really, who needs friends? I prefer the endless tunnels and the interesting creatures in the beneath. The cool damp air here is better than the sometimes swealtering heat of the surface. And I have Ethra to keep me company. I enjoy the light glow of them, and the silence. It's better having a companion who doesn't speak, gives me more time to ponder life's complexities.

Anyway, I have rambled on too long, no one wants to read my musings anyway. I should get back to exploring, there are dark corners of the Dungeons I have not yet had a good cry in.

-Asther