Captain’s Log – Entry 8 I woke up gasping for air, pain swimming through my head. ​I survived the fall. We are in a hut, its walls lined with masks, a fire at the center to keep us warm. Turning on the raffia bed, my legs tremble as I rise and begin to walk towards the opening. I count what's left of my crew. We have lost a few men. I say a silent prayer for their souls. My mind shifts from prayer to questions, Who was that terror that attacked us? And more urgently, who saved us from the ravine I thought was destined to be my resting place. I step outside, and the sun rays stab my eyes, blinding me temporarily. As the white rays fade, my vision is blessed with a breathtaking view that makes me wonder for a moment if I am in the afterlife. Before me stretches a wide, lush green field dotted with wildflowers, crowned by great rolling clouds overhead, I take a few steps forward, breathing in the clean air with each stride. In the distance stand two figures, one, a towering humanoid unlike the ones I had encountered before. The other, a human boy, was seated in deep meditation before it. These were our saviors. Agu and the Agba.