The room was quiet. Except the soft scratch of a quill against paper.
Moonlight spilled through the tall window, laying silver lines over the desk and the floor.
Kyle sat at his desk, leaning forward just a little as he wrote in his diary.
He didn't have to write. It wasn't something that anyone expected him to do. But it was a habit, one he'd kept from his life back on Earth.
Jotting down thoughts, plans, little observations… it always made him feel like things were a bit more in control. A bit less messy.
This world?
Nothing felt certain here.
Shadows seemed ready to swallow you at any turn. So, yeah… writing helped him keep his head straight.
His notes were nothing grand. Small stuff, what he saw over the past few days, how the midterm exam went, a few plans about what he wanted to try next.
Sometimes, he even wrote about events from the novel he'd read before he died.
Just reminders.
Or maybe he wanted to talk to himself through the pages.
