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It’s been a few months since I last recorded. A lot has happened, but at no point did it seem like enough to talk about. I stayed in another white house for a long time. It had a shape almost indescribable, but it was set in a sinkhole that led to a cave just under the ground. Maybe the ground just broke under the house, I don’t know. It was a really nice place to stay, though. For a couple months I stayed there, and I even thought that all I really needed was a change in locale. But it took a short time before I got all lonely again. So I moved on. I stayed in other houses, too. One was a small city accessed by swimming there (you have to swim there to stay, after you do you can use a boat, of which they have many). That was white at the bottom and red at the top, vaguely resembling a mushroom.

It took me only about a day’s walk to reach the next house, which was really lucky, considering it usually takes a few days between each house. This one is different, though. These people are… religious.

They don’t sleep in the house, but they made the inside into something of a temple. They eat there, they take shelter from the rain there, but as soon as it comes time to sleep, they go into smaller houses around the temple, which they made from things they found inside. They leave food and water that they gather inside, mostly roasted nuts and berries, saying that Kaonashi, an inscription they found inside and showed to me, eats it as they sleep. They say that for generations their family has protected and served the shrine, mostly serving. To make the way to their offerings more locatable, they put a path and some lights leading to the door in. When they tried cleaning off the vines growing on the temple to Kaonashi, they wouldn’t come off, and took it as a sign that they were meant to be there. At one point, one of them wanted to see their god, so he waited inside for the food that they left, but the god never showed up. This, they say, is why everyone must sleep outside. To sleep inside is to accept banishment, because it isn’t worth the risk to anger Kaonashi.

I’ve been staying at this temple, and I may settle here. I don’t necessarily believe in Kaonashi, but it isn’t a hard life being religious, or any harder than it was before. And these people are nice enough, if rather unsettling to look at. Which is another note. All of the people here are difficult to look at, to say the least. And they don’t seem that intelligent, but they still manage. They drink clean water, they cook their food, so they aren’t completely mindless, but they just don’t seem to follow conversations that well.