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Day 8: I hate that we've been fighting, Slate. Yesterday I ate marshmallows with no one around but ghost matter, and my thoughts couldn't help but drift to you. You're a good friend. I don't say that to you enough.

After my shame of thinking there was another, less deadly set of ruins on Brittle Hollow's equator, I couldn't bear to show my face there again so soon. I remember there's another set of Nomai ruins rumored to be on Attlerock. Once I arrive, I find a recording by Chert. Apparently Dark Bramble has been violently hurling itself at planets for millennia. That might explain why there's a Dark Bramble seed on Timber Hearth, but that seed caused a crater that could have killed my entire village. Cut that out, Dark Bramble. There's no need for it, mate.

I go another Bond lair beneath the south pole of the Attlerock. Translations reveal that the Nomai are searching for "the eye of the universe", but are having trouble building a system sophisticated enough to track it down. This comes as no surprise to me, as they still haven't invented cell phones. Whenever they need to talk to one another they come to the moon's basement and graffiti on the walls.

The Nomai ruins on the moon were an attempt at an eye locator, and apparently the observatory on Brittle Hollow was their attempt at a better one. I don't know why, but when I was on Brittle Hollow I didn't really consider that the observatory I was circling was built by the Nomai, even though the only mentions of it have come from Nomai translations.

"I guess it's time to relive my shame," I sigh as I blast off from the Attlerock. However, not looking around when I took off, I didn't realize by erupting upwards, I was actually making a fatal plunge directly into Timber Hearth's surface.

Day 9: Why doesn't Slate notice the time loop? Is it because the Nomai statue never looked inside his mind and soul at the museum? Or is it the far more likely scenario that his everyday life is a marathon of ass crushing so seamless that all days just blend together now?

I decide to go to Dark Bramble to learn more about the seed that Feldspar is in. Proving that I've learned very little, I look at my phone while autopilot guides me into a collision course with Giant's Deep. I make it out of the water tornado maze in record time, and believe me, that was time I was going to need. I spend the next 10-15 minutes crashing my ship off of various foggy tree branches, getting out to make repairs, and doing it all over again.

Full disclosure here, I tend to smoke a little each time before I play. I adore the soft, acoustic soundtrack and the graphics are beautiful, so it made sense to me that this was a game I could enjoy a little stoned. The events of Day 9 have shown me just how incorrect I really was. I spot what looks like a haunted french cruller doughnut and guide my way inside. The terrors of the doughnut will haunt me for years to come. I found a twisted, gnarled, red bramble in the center of several floating corpses. A very chill scene to come into high. I paused the game and went to have a glass of water.

Upon closer inspection, the red gnarled thing was actually another Dark Bramble seed, but I wasn't able to figure out a way inside it. I sent my camera buddy into the seed like I did with the one on Timber Hearth, and my ship thinks it saw a rundown Nomai spacecraft in there. I disagree - it was just a bunch of fog, Ship. The recording left by the Nomai corpses says that these explorers were following one of two beacons of "the Vessel". Is the Vessel what they were calling the new observatory on Brittle Hollow? And is it possible that the eye of the universe is inside these seeds?

I left the corpses, and went to another french cruller, but this one had a menacing red aura. High Me ventured onward into the unknown without a second thought. What a mistake. I was greeted by two terrifying angler fish who were super not stoked I decided to visit. I will never sleep again. As the angler fish began to ram me, the sun exploded and I've never been so happy to die. I'll rest easy knowing the angler fish are in hell as well.

Day 10: What if we didn't launch today, Slate? What if we just sat here and ate marshmallows? What if we just laid back, watched the planets circle around us, and let the unknown stay that way? For a little while, at least. Maybe longer. Maybe forever. Do you think everyone would forgive me, Slate? Heh, I know you'd forgive me, but not everyone is like you.

I don't want to go to space today. The angler fish have grounded me. Let's have a nice day zooming around Timber Hearth in our space suit. I haven't been to the south pole of this planet yet, let's do that. Once I arrive, an unknown frequency appears on my Signalscope. It's emanating from a Grove Shard deep in a canyon. Once I identify it, I pick up other Grove Shards across the solar system, like I did with the travelers' instruments.

Apparently Robert Frost was here, because I find a poem carved into some wood that tells me to go to a forest clearing. I'm not sure if there's a forest on Timber Hearth I can venture into, or if it's referring to another planet. As I leave the canyon, I find another recording left by Chert. He talks about the Grove Shard's relation to the "Quantum Moon" and how no Hearthian has ever landed successfully on it. Well I got news for the Quantum Moon, Get ready for me, because I rarely land successfully and I'm not about to start now.

I make it back to Slate seconds before my fuel runs out. I roast marshmallows and plot out the rest of my day. I'll refuel my tanks, then maybe head out and explore more of this planet with whatever time I have left. I can see if I interpreted the crater poetry correctly and search for the forest clearing. If not, I'll try to go back into the geyser system to see if there's anything in there I missed.

Sounds like a plan. I stand up and head over to the lift, but the lift isn't there since I had used it earlier in the day. "I can't believe it's gone; it probably makes the most sense to stand directly underneath where it should be," I tell myself before I'm crushed to death by the falling lift right in front of Slate.

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