My name is Dacno Manik. I am the King of this land. The land of Lost Souls.
I know this place well, but this is my first day here. I am the King of this land, but no one is here. The wind doesn't blow, the water doesn't flow. The sun stays in the same spot all day.
I crowned myself King, there is no one else here. I do not eat, I do not sleep. I don't remember my life before this. I just woke up on the grass. There are no buildings. There is one small body of water with a few trees around it.
I only have my clothes, this journal, and my thoughts. I try to speak but nothing comes out. I can't hear my voice. I wonder what I sound like? I wonder why I am here? When will I see someone else?
My name is Dacno Manik, I am the King of this land. The land of Lost Souls.
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The Journal Of Dacno Manik
ContoThis is the journal of King Dacno Manik. He lives in a place where he rules everything, but also nothing. His hand written journal is the only thing that makes him feel less lonely.
