Days rushed by as we all got used to my newfound fame. Before I knew it, it was three months (in human time) since I’d arrived in Pangreana. How did I know? Simple: to stop myself from being thrown off too much by the world around me and the jarring nature of how differently everything worked here, I kept a note of each seven days in my notebook, alongside poems and little stories that I worked on through the days.
I would occasionally catch Xanthia peeking curiously over my shoulder at what I’d written. She would often tell me that she really enjoyed my stories and reading things from a different perspective. Catzi kept up her mean girl act, until the sun set each night and she retreated to the safety of our room.
Xanthia and I had been enjoying countless strolls on the surface, and the
