I'm going to find Clover. Whether he's alive or dead, I need to know which it is. The flower, Flowey, called me Brave. For some reason, it felt more significant than a compliment. Although I can't figure out why.
Also, I found that place he was talking about. The Wild East, or something? I pulled the lever and fell down again. It was kind of painful, but it wasn't too bad. It's really sandy here; I can barely see anything. Especially when there are dust storms. Or, sand storms, I suppose.
Last night, I thought I had seen something in the distance, though it could have been a mirage...