Log 05: Snow of ... marshmallows?
This "snow" is troublesome. It sticks to the bottom of my shoes and stains my windows. The different sizes are a bit disconcerting, too; the large pieces feel like pebbles when they hit me in the head.
At least the Commandant is back.
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I suppose it was foolish to hope that being brought here would affect Auldrant in some way. The dead won't miraculously return to life from having been here, after all.
On the other hand, at least I don't have to worry about anyone sneaking aboard Eldrant while I'm here.
It's hard to stay positive in a place like this.
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At least the Commandant is back.
Semi-private
I suppose it was foolish to hope that being brought here would affect Auldrant in some way. The dead won't miraculously return to life from having been here, after all.
On the other hand, at least I don't have to worry about anyone sneaking aboard Eldrant while I'm here.
It's hard to stay positive in a place like this.
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