Journal - Expedition 84 - The Fountain

Yasmine, Monolith Year 84

My favourite theory is that she’s some crazy demonic maths teacher, and this is our punishment for failing at numbers!
A load of superstitious hysteria, but at least we’re here now. It’s worth it just to walk these valleys. I’ve barely seen a meadow since Lady Genocide and her poison smoke took up residence.
And the sky. I feel almost naked without the Dome above us. We’re so exposed, but it’s thrilling too.
We landed at the exact spot where Expedition Zero touched ground and retraced their route, but there’s not a SINGLE scrap of cloth or body anywhere.
Bloody hell, we’re out here chasing shadows, 15-year old shadows. I’m glad we restarted the Expeditions, but how the hell are we supposed to find them, no trail could last 15 years…