cruxisa | Are you there, Symphonia, it's me, Sheena...

[It's been a long time since she's looked at her journal, but even in her darkest moments, Sheena's never forgotten it or the people she once spoke to over it. How could she, when she'd see their faces as she hunted them down again and again?

For several long moments, she sits in a quiet corner of Once-ler's cave running her hand over the binding, as though trying to commit it to memory before opening it. Her eyes narrow in confusion as she sees what's been written there. Strange ramblings about anything and everything--including a comparison (with pictures) of Once-ler and a giraffe and the theory of how they're related.

She closes the book, then re-opens it. Yes, all those things are still there. Picking up the pencil she had found, she sighed as she put the shaking tip to the paper and began writing.]

[Filtered away from Mithos and his unchanged supporters and those who have been turned into Angels of all kinds and have yet to be fitted with a keycrest]

[That should do it because she's not exactly writing anything, but sketching...

At first the strokes are hesitant, but soon they gain confidence as her skill comes back and those who recognize who she's drawn will know it for what it is:

A notice that she's alive and has been 'crested.

Setting the journal aside, she sits with her knees drawn to her chest, hoping that this signal isn't too late.]

[ooc: She's trying to get in contact with those from home who might still be around in order to start healing, but anyone is free to contact her and let her know they're alive.]