The trees are so cumbersome. No. The trees are so tall, I am so… I feel so cumbersome. Gods, I can barely write. It takes so much
My pen wanders the page and… and I can’t see
I can’t see. My head pounds. It hurts.
Drink all I can. Sweat… sweating now… on the page, and I try but I can’t.
I want to, but I can’t.
There are so hot. I can’t breathe. Darkness is too.
Lystra… why did you have to be so brave? So foolish…
I can’t feel them… Dionus says they’re coming. They are near. They attacked earlier. We ran.
We will must rest. Such can’t exhaustion…
I can’t feel them.
I’m scared. So scared… alone.
Why Lystra? Gods… why?