600 Year Diary – Entry 320

Blocks.

There are blocks everywhere.

One minute, I was traveling through time and space in my TARDIS, and the next… I was here. In a world made entirely of blocks.

I have seen just about everything in my many years traveling through the Time Vortex, but I have never seen anything quite like this.

It appears I have crossed through the vortex, across the void, and into another dimension. One that, by every law of time and space, should not be possible. Thousands upon thousands of years of Time Lord travel, and somehow, no one has ever landed a TARDIS here.

It is amazing.

Terrifying.

And, if I am being honest, exhilarating.

Yes, my TARDIS is dead.

A world without artron energy is no place for an old Type 40 that has needed retirement for nearly as long as I have been alive. She still has some life left in her — a flicker here, a wheeze there — but for the most part, she is inoperable.

I landed in a small area just outside a village. The beings here are strange. Blocky, yet alive. They farm. They smith tools. They trade. They survive. In their own way, they are rather brilliant.

And somehow, they have accepted me as one of their own.

More than that, actually.

With what little technology I have managed to salvage, they have begun to look at me as some sort of wizard from another land. If they only knew I came from a universe with smooth edges, I doubt they would believe me.

Since landing, I have started building a small farming area just outside the TARDIS. The Chameleon Circuit, thank Rassilon, appears to be working perfectly. She has disguised herself as a cottage with a moss-covered roof.

From the outside, it appears to be a simple little cottage.

On the inside, of course…

Well.

It is bigger.

Oh, my dear diary, I do not know what I have gotten myself into.

But as my old friend the Doctor always said—