I had the nightmare again.
Every year, on this day, I have this nightmare. It used to shake me from my sleep gasping for air, heart racing at a hundred meters per second, but as the years passed it grew faded until only a dull ache remained and a sorrow as I watched the events unfold, knowing they would come but being unable to stop them. Every year on the Anniversary I dream of what occurred that day.
We are the Usagi people. We? Well, I don't know if we will still be known by the time that these are discovered and read, so I ought to be clearer. My sister and I, Buhikas and me, are of a race called the Usagi. We have elongated fur ears and softly furry bodies and we are two-legged people with two hands - I have included images in these logs to clarify. I don't know if there are others out there, and my nightmare tells you why - on this fateful day seven years ago another race, the Parshni, launched an attack against our people that obliterated the planets we lived on and...I believe...drove us extinct, at least almost so. There may be other survivors in this galaxy; it is a big place. But, if so, I don't know them; Hika is the only other one of my kind I have spoken to for years...and almost the only person I have talked to at all.
I wrote other logs, of course, and they are still here. From the moment I realized Hika and I may be the only ones of our kind still living I knew the importance of do -cu-menting everything, and I did. But this is a condensed version, because I still imagine that one day these logs will be read by hundreds of people at least and this will be the most important of everything I record from this point on. I imagine, of course, a mere hope that these logs will even be readable in hundreds of years and still out of the hands of the Parshni, who have sought to obliterate my people from existence in almost every possible way.
To you then, the future. Remember me. Remember Hika. My people will become extinct. But please, don't let our story be forgotten. If you remember, we still existed, once upon a time. Forgotten, we might never have been alive.
We wondered about this for so long, you know, why exactly the Parshni wanted us dead. We were newcomers to the galactic community, according to Sephru, and all the data she managed to recover confirms it. It had only been a hundred years since we were approached by the Kache, told about the entire galaxy we had no idea about and offered a helping hand. Perhaps their kindness led us to believe that the entire galaxy would be so kind? But even among our own people I see many stories of war, of cruelty and evil amongst the good and kind. Would we believe in a greater kindness in others if we didn't have it ourselves?
I don't know, really. I have hardly any memory of anything before the Anniversary. I was four years old at the time and most of what I remember is a beautiful underground garden illuminated by an opening in the cavern and mirrors that reflected the light as needed. I remember a few other children there, but nothing much of them. And something I always remember is that clarity of thought and emotion that I have today - The memories blur but not my sense of self. I feel my memories as if they belong to someone else or as if I am looking through a dirty -blocked-
But anyway, we wondered about the reasons that the Parshni had for the infinitely horrible thing they did. They must have seen us as a threat is what we decided eventually. But why? They are the most advanced species in the galaxy! What threat were we to them?
Sephru says there were rumors she remembered that the Parshni had the ability of foresight, and she sometimes wonders if something we would do was the reason they would make sure we were ended before we could. We don't know. But she and I want to find out.