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

 

focus

 

My pen wanders the page and… and I can’t see

I can’t see. My head pounds. It hurts.

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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?

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