Darkness continues to settle over the world as you venture further into the depths. The unusual light from the stranger seems to be drawing more creatures than ever. You met another person a few days ago, but she ran away in terror, mumbling something about the stars. Can the stranger really be from beyond this darkness? What do the stars have to do with it? And why do you feel so… changed?
Life's become harder since you took up the Torch. Though you can hold it for as long as you want, for now it seems to take all your energy just to find food. It's never enough though. Your stomach is constantly bothering you, demanding more. You should find some water before heading back… It seems light comes from the sky, but the sky is dark every day. Why is it so dark? The Stranger said there was a "hole," but you've never seen an oculus. Some say you can see it only at noon…
Time is still hard to tell. You can only mark it by the stars or sun or moon, but none of those ever show. What day of the week is it? Your only sources of time are other people, assuming that you can find them. Technically speaking, they could be seeing and speaking and moving much faster than you. It's hard to know how long things take in this world.
The stranger, whose name you could not recall, was cut off from the source of light. You are not sure why, but his condition could effect everyone. No one knows if it will be the end of the world or the beginning of another one. A few voices back there ask how you can see any stars amid the darkness. The Stranger says it's the man's fault – his eyes are blind to the light. And so is the sun.
Looking toward the horizon, you realize that you still need to make it back to the others. You have no idea what is on the other side of those hills… but you have to get back. It's too hard to look at it any longer… At least there is water back there. You can fill up there. Then you will have enough for the rest of the tribe. What's left of them...
A new thought occurs to you as the waterbed appears before you. There is no need for the waterbed, but the thought nonetheless calms your mind. The strange lights coming from the sky are starting to make you fat. Ah, that water felt so good. You wish you could get a drink here, but the taste of blood in the sand is so much better. And what about your fellow humans– what did they do to deserve such violation? Nobody comes here anymore. For now, the tribe- that "hole" – can wait… The dead silence here has always been something to be cherished…