After spending a day here, in this land, I felt being the only human on this planet/land I felt it was mandatory to write the events that transpire here should be recorded, but the only problem I’ve encountered so far is that the citizens that live here, well, cant read English...that may be a problem, but I'm sure they'll find a way to translate it, wont they? Well assuming they are reading this now means they we're successful in the translation. So no more dilly-dallying. I’ll start all the way from the beginning, the start of today.
So the day started like any other; breakfast on my bedside table, my clothes at the foot of my bed, and the sun shining through the window…and the loud constant rapping on my bedroom door.
“Master Holmes, your father requests your appearance…immediately…” Charleston, my father’s butler informed me from outside.
I groaned. I turned around on my back and stared up at my ceiling, the intricate drawings on my ceiling, a symbol of wealth and class to others, something only the wealthy and rich possess, a nice thing to look at when I wake in the morning; the images were of depicting’s of angels, gods and so forth.
I move my head to the side to see a
