Day 590

Our teacher says the cavern had once been full of trees and the great waterfall ran freely. She says that where the chimney stacks are now, there was once a huge hole where birds flew in and out and made nests in all the trees. There were deer and horses and foxes too and they lived wherever they wanted, no zoos or traps or pens to keep them in.

But I don't believe her.

Do you think she's ever seen how the rocks are eating the houses?

Amelia G. Briggs, Aged 7

I keep telling them we need new pavements, proper ones too. Those old cobblestones just aren't cutting it anymore- the carts have worn right through to dirt on most paths! And don't even get me started on the alleys. Bloody things are full of rubbish and all sorts of filth I daren't mention in polite company. The old Blues-And-Twos found a kid down there last week. Poor mite was naught but leathery skin and bones by then.

God above only knows how long he'd been down there.

Judging by the smell of the place I dare say there are many more.

Mr P. Jameson, Aged 45

The air has been getting bluer, have you noticed that too? Everything has this azure tinge to it, even our clothes, even our skin and teeth. Your sweat's blue too but the lights are orange. It wasn't always like this and now it's getting worse.

We're not human now, you hear me, we're not human!

The late Mrs Swarthington, Aged 95


Entry Log Seventy-Two. This town built deep within a complex system of natural tunnels and caves is by far the most unusual of all the lesser-known citadels. They all seem to be convinced it's still the late 1800s and Victoria I was reigning over England though their dwelling is deep within the Pyrenees. It certainly resembles a picturesque Dickensian city for the most part, towards the centre of this strange place is some sort of sinkhole where they deposit their dead, their leftover and a vast array of unusual items like crystals and ornate lightbulbs.

None of them are quite certain how the dwelling was first created or even if it was created by human hands. Some of them doubted they were human at all, the thick smog from their crooked chimney system seems to stain everything, giving even the food a faintly sulphuric taste.

I shall endeavour to continue my studies on this place and, one day, this book shall be complete.

Doctor Ludmilla, Aged Unknown