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Entry 001: We can't do this anymore. The Earth--the Dust as we now refer to it--this place is hell. What's left of the air that we breathe is dusty, hot. Growing anything in this god forsaken soil is damn near impossible and water is scarce. We have nobody to blame but ourselves. Our monumental civilization led to this. Our hubris led to this. We've been looking for a similar enough planet to ours for quite sometime. Or rather, something similar to the way things were. So many people have given up hope already--They say the Dust is our tomb. But why succumb to hopelessness? I can't believe--I choose not to believe--that this is the last of us. Humanity has endured so much. We're resilient. I believe. Thus this project has been born. I, along with 12 other researchers, have taken it upon ourselves to seek hope--to find the new home for humanity.
Entry 098: After years of searching, we have found something that seems to be similar enough to the way the Dust used to be. It has been so long so it's hard to know what we're looking for. However, we know the most important factors: we need to find something that has water, an atmosphere with oxygen, and a sun, obviously similar enough in proximity to be inhabitable to life. This planet, Cerulean 02 as we have called it, checks every box. Its size is different than the Dust--it's a bit smaller. So it's hard to know exactly how different it will be. At this point, I think it's worth the risk. We cannot survive here too much longer.
Entry 237: Tomorrow the crew we have assembled will embark on the journey to Cerulean 02. I have chosen to go with. I have to see this to the end. I have true hope that we have found our new home.
Entry 240: It has been many years since I've written. We have been in induced comas for the duration of the travel, and I have only awoken. We still have a few days, however I can see the opalescent beauty in the distance--Cerulean 02. Our new home, I am certain of it. It's glistening with the light of its Sun right now.
Entry 256: Cerulean 02 is quite a bit colder than we expected. The landscape is mostly glaciated, yet there seems to be very little precipitation. We prepared ourselves for a variety of weather conditions, however, and I am hoping the cold will pass soon. That said, this place is beautiful. The skies are as blue as the land. The ice glimmers in the most entrancing way. Almost makes the frigid world worth it alone.
Entry 273: We're having to use a lot of energy to melt water down to drink, but at least it's keeping us warm. All things considered, at least we have water. We've been splitting up into small groups of three to explore and document different regions.
Entry 288: The wind is kicking back up, blowing nothing but cold air. It cuts right through you. This is a level of cold didn't even know one could feel. And my thoughts are so scattered. I haven't slept completely in a few days. We haven't found much of anything. Just hill after hill of windswept ice.
Entry 293: We have heard nothing from the other groups. Absolutely nothing. We have been trying to signal out to them, with zero success. I'm extremely terrified of the possibilities.
Entry 353: I have finally accepted it. There's nothing here. This place is a goddamn desert. Only, unlike the desert of the Dust, it's a frozen hellscape instead of a scorched and dust ridden one. We have yet to see any actual precipitation. We plan on heading back to the larger camp to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. But we still have not heard anything from the others.
Entry 370: We seem to have found something on our way back to the large camp. Up on a hill. It will take a day or so to get to, especially with how much colder it seems to be getting. It seems to be some sort of encampment. Perhaps the others? But why would they be out here? We were the only ones exploring the southern reaches.
Entry 372: This camp... oh my god. It's us... But it's not us... It's... it wasn't the others. We found the frozen bodies of about 20 other humans that weren't part of our group. We have been here before? Oh god... This place is hell. We're going to fucking die here, just like they did...
Entry 378: The storm came in worse last night. I haven't been able to leave my tent at all. It's so fucking cold. I don't think we are going to be able to leave until the storm passes. It's... So... Cold.
Entry 379: The others are dead. Frozen to death. This storm is ceaseless. I don't think I'm going to make it.
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