((A leather-bound notebook filled with lined paper. Entries are written in black ink, dated, and signed by Haruki)) Foreword This book is not for you or me. In fact, I'm not sure who it's for. I'd like to pretend I'm doing this professionally, but I'm not even sure if I spelled that word correctly. So if I'm lost, please, at least know the journey I took. I could have gone into pharmaceuticals. I almost had my doctorate, and it's rare that anyone from my little underwater spring would get the chance of a good education. I know a lot about medicine now, besides a good chunk of the short-hand. Human, Apex, and Hylotl, mainly psychological meds but I technically have training in other specialties. Instead I decided to wear human clothes. Instead I decided to leave everything I knew behind. Some days I regret it. Today is the day I begin the journal. Antares is home to many colourful figures. I won't fit in. I'm not crazy, homicidal, super nice, radioactive, or what have you. I'm not even an adventurer. It feels like I stand out for not standing out. Tanaki+
