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Captains Log: 

Day who-even-knows at this point. Each day bleeds into the other. Each night is just the same. Day or night, there is no difference in a world encompassed by darkness... 

That wasn't really true. Except that Q had no way of knowing what day it was, things were changing in subtle ways, most of which Q was hardly aware of. One thing she had come to realize, though, was that she could move a little better now. Not that moving really got her anywhere she wanted to be. In fact, oftentimes it led her exactly where she did not want to be, which began a terrible tantrum. 

That didn't stop her though. A smelly something or other caused Quetzal to crawl lazily in some direction away from mom, or dad, or whoever might be supervising in the interim. Q didn't know, given she couldn't see. It was a peculiar smell, that smelly smell that smelled... smelly. Alluring nonetheless, strangely. Different than mom, but similar... Quetzal was going to figure this out. 

As best as she could, anyway. The answer seemed to be in this direction, so at a snails pace Q went!