Survivor's Journal

The pages of this journal seem to be torn by sandstorms of varying degrees. The beginning pages are full of transaction histories, and in the last few pages are a bunch of lines presumably written by someone with little energy. ... "After the sandstorm, I was left alone. What happened to other guild mates? Did they make it alive, or were they buried under... My water sack is now completely dry. The other day, I thought I found a cactus... but then a monster came out from under the sand and started chasing me. Aal... are you... I keep seeing mirages. I walked toward it for almost half a day, but... I see the starlight near the horizon far away. I'm sure that is also a mirage."