Palworld

Saya Kurosaki's Diary - 2

Journal

For countless ages, we have continued to protect this tower. The reason is unknown. Our conveyed mission is only to maintain this island at a standstill. We hunt the madmen from the snowy mountains who defile the land, we hunt those who have proliferated in excess, those who pontificate about research, justice, and such babble. To preserve this landscape forever. Yes, we merely exist here. Our time does not pass. It has become unbearable. Only when intoxicated by sake, intoxicated by myself, can I avoid pondering such unnecessary matters. How long has it been since I can no longer enjoy the taste of alcohol? Someone, being light to this perpetual darkness. Tonight is also a full moon. Today's sake tastes awful, too.