Dear diary,
Yesterday a strange humanoid washed up on a beach near the western side of my island. He calls himself Prospero. He says he's from a place called London. He apparently can do magic, but I don't believe him. When I saw him I felt a sudden urge to show him round the island and teach him to survive and all the secrets. The urge was too strong so I decided to show him round. The island is mine because my mother Sycorax died a few days ago, therefore passing it on to me. I think I can trust this Prospero because he seemed to want to be kind to me.
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