Dear diary

This is amazing! Actually amazing! I think I found something!

After… what? Two… three hours of being hunched over on the floor feeling if there’s any grooves of a trapdoor.

After hugging the walls like my life depended on it, looking like an absolute moron (but still staying away from that corner)

After tiptoeing all over the floor, desperately trying to reach the ceiling to see if any of the light panels were loose.

I found something!

Well… no, I don’t know what I found, diary, but I know it’s something! And something is better than nothing!

I was crawling over the floor again like a hopeless turtle on all fours, back in the air, face almost pressed against the ground (I bet whoever’s watching must’ve been laughing their ass off) for a good while, without much result.

No, I lie. There was much result: much resulting back pains, on top of the ones I already had, dammit!

But when I started crawling over the center of the room – the spot where they usually put the plate with my food – I must’ve triggered something.

I didn’t feel anything move, or see anything change, but the sound!

When I reached that spot, there was a loud, high-pitched “BEEP!” echoing throughout the chamber, followed by radio static, as if someone was ending an old-fashioned audio transmission.

What does this “BEEP!” mean…? No clue. But that’s not important!

The important thing is that I finally found something else than dead whiteness bleeding out my eyes and a disgustingly moldy corner of the room.

This calls for celebration, diary! It is truly our lucky day!

Pop the cube of butter, diary! We’re eating like a queen tonight!