This world is fascinating. We arrived much later than the other three, presumably another anomaly with what is dubbed the “Saltshaker.” This dimensional rift has shifted our appearances and abilities, along with common Faller amnesic traits. For some reason, I don’t feel too out of place, in danger, or rushed. I’d like to study this world the best I can.



A band of four arrived in the village this morning. Similar to us, they were not of either world most of the residents came from. They’ve been investigating things out in the woods, and their insight is very helpful (most of the time)! Counting myself, there are about 15 of us that are of other worlds.



The strangest thing happened today. It’s been a few days since Everen’s reappearance as a spirit, and Mob approached me with news of another discovery.
There was a mimmicking spirit he had accidentally summoned while trying to reach Everen. It apparently had lived in the ruined house of the “backwoods” long before anyone’s return to this world. The main forms it takes is that of a golden fantail pigeon, and a not-cat similar to Mob, but with some encouragement it shifted into a decent copy of myself! It appears to have no ill intentions, so I hope to connect with it further.