ENTRY #522M:5.22

We arrived. Whatever this place was, we knew it had to be at the heart of all our journeys. The thing that tore us out of our slumber and sent us off into the unknown, in search of a brighter future. All the danger we had to face, all the doubts we had to overcome, all the scarcity. It had been so long since we had seen this kind of plentiful liquidity, that some of our tribe thought we were hallucinating.

At the steps of some sort of immaculate headwaters, a crowd stood solemn. The Locals appeared to be preparing for some kind of ceremony, yet paid us no mind. It was as if we were ghosts among them. Was it the language barrier?

What began as a tranquil silence at the edge of the oasis soon turned into reverberations, the sound hummed and clicked so loudly we could feel it as much as we could hear it. A long thrum, a short snap, then a few more, in repeat succession. It seemed to be repeating some kind of pattern, a message even.