It is odd to write this date as such. The last I knew it was mid December. Even more disconcerting that I cannot remember what the exact date was with how diligent I have always been in record keeping. I cannot help but wonder if it has to do with the method in which we are brought here. I should be more alarmed about my arrival and the oddities in this place but all I can concentrate on is the gap in my memory and the way there seems to be something missing. It feels as if the memory is there but I just can’t seem to reach it.
I do not know what to make of this Genessia as a whole. I was fortunate enough to meet a woman by the name of Ayame Sasaki who lead me to a Japanese inn and offered to pay for my stay while I adjust to everything. Apparently I am not the first person to come from what most here would consider an early timeline. The advancements in technology are startling to say the least. There are horseless carriages called “automobiles”, I just foolishly admit I mistook one as an armored beast at first having nothing to compare it to. Still, even with such marvels to see what stands out to me is water running inside buildings and the sanitation it provides. There are flameless lights as well, run by “electricity”. It is apparently used for much more than that, but I cannot think of much more that is more useful than light. Even something so simple as the utensil I am currently using to write this entry is impressive. A “ball point pen”. It lacks the character and fluidity of a brush, but the ink is contained, will not dry out and will last for days if not weeks. I feel like a moronic child trying to move about with so many things I do not understand or do not inherently know like so many others here.
It would also seem that the powers in control of this place regularly pull people from the same worlds together, but as such I have seen no signs of anyone else—though of course I would only know if we were acquainted. I have seen no sign of my husband or more importantly the Yaminobu or the Ishin Shishi. For the time being it seems that I am alone.
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September 20th
I do not know what to make of this Genessia as a whole. I was fortunate enough to meet a woman by the name of Ayame Sasaki who lead me to a Japanese inn and offered to pay for my stay while I adjust to everything. Apparently I am not the first person to come from what most here would consider an early timeline. The advancements in technology are startling to say the least. There are horseless carriages called “automobiles”, I just foolishly admit I mistook one as an armored beast at first having nothing to compare it to. Still, even with such marvels to see what stands out to me is water running inside buildings and the sanitation it provides. There are flameless lights as well, run by “electricity”. It is apparently used for much more than that, but I cannot think of much more that is more useful than light. Even something so simple as the utensil I am currently using to write this entry is impressive. A “ball point pen”. It lacks the character and fluidity of a brush, but the ink is contained, will not dry out and will last for days if not weeks. I feel like a moronic child trying to move about with so many things I do not understand or do not inherently know like so many others here.
It would also seem that the powers in control of this place regularly pull people from the same worlds together, but as such I have seen no signs of anyone else—though of course I would only know if we were acquainted. I have seen no sign of my husband or more importantly the Yaminobu or the Ishin Shishi. For the time being it seems that I am alone.