[ WP ] The first diary entry of a person who has been accidentally forgotten and left on Earth when everyone else has ascended to a higher plane .

March 12, 2096 
 
 It's been two days since the exodus. Mine is the only human heart left beating on this vast planet. Scholars have written about loneliness and how it affects the mind- but I have n't been alone long enough to attest to this. If I'm the last person in this atmosphere, then who has been leaving these messages for me? They're carved on the side of building, drawn in the dirt, and this morning when I woke, one had been written on my arm. Is the planet itself reaching out to the last of its children? Or, perhaps, I'm not truly the only person left here. 
 
 Tomorrow, I have decided, I'm going to explore. I'll find them.
