One of two pages of a fictional journal entry on crinckled, lined, brown paper. The text is surrounded by little child-like doodles and words. The text reads: Dear Journal, I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written again.. Life's been..interesting? Okay.. I don't like to be "negative" when we talk, but it's been.. challenging. I've really been feeling the weight, Journal. The weight of The Farm, the drought, the world. And yet, I feel a pull. A desire. A passion, even, for... SOMETHING? Maybe it's adventure? Maybe it's connection? Friendship? Support? Rest?? I don't know... I know I have Uncle Grunk and Grampa Hornt, and a handful of friends, but somehow, I still feel so alone. Like I am going through the motions--feed the chimkens, harvest the kron, play with--I mean, sweep away the Dust Bunnies.. It's not that I don't like these things, but sometimes, I feel like I just want a little more, if even for a little while... NEXT" (Continued on next Journal entry page 2 of 2)

The second of two pages of a fictional journal entry on crinckled, lined, brown paper. The text is surrounded by little child-like doodles and words. The text reads: "But, there's the farm, and Uncle Grunk, and the Chimkens.. (AND! All these weird feathers we've been finding around the farm lately!?) Who will take care of them if I'm not here? And the drought... Even if I could venture past the farm, I wouldn't get far without water... and the world... How is the world, how is Blandia, going to survive all of this, let alone, me, Uncle Grunk, and The Farm?? And in feeling the weight, I feel like I am responsible. Like, I am being called to do something... ANYTHING, but I'm caught in a loop. Or, as Grampa Hornt says, a "Whirlwind of Woe" and it feels like every step forward is a step back... Oh, Journal—and Watchers, if you're out there—if you have any answers, any advice, a tip, a hint, a clue... Now is the time. I'm listening. With Love and much Wonder, Lark"

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Been a while since Lark has made a Journal entry. It seems that lately, they have been feeling "The Weight"; of the world, their responsibilities, and the cycle they are seemingly caught in... And yet, still, something calls.. 💫❤️‍🔥✨️🌌