April 2, 9th Year of Crossing Over

It's our 29th day at sea. We are getting closer to the resupply island. Ever since the incident with the fins, we haven't run into any major crisis.

As the journey progressed, expectedly, insomnia visited me once more. Doctor's meds were enough to keep me in bed, but they couldn't stop me from having dreams.

It wasn't a typical nightmare. In fact, it can be considered a nice dream. I dreamt that I returned to the surface and could soak myself in the sunlight once more. I found my family. They hugged me ecstatically. They thought I had been dead for a long time.

Lying on the couch and feasting on the various fruits in the surface world, I told them about my unusual encounters in the Subterranean Seascape.

Anna...