Enderal:Journal of the Apothecarii: Page 5
I jump through colorful leaves. I run with the bear across stones. I fly high, high above all else, until I'm close to the orange sky. Caution, attention, or I'll fall down …
No, wait, that's not me — I've never seen this place, I was never here, I grew up here.
My mother calls me, I have to stop playing. I do not know this woman. Why does she look so sad? I'll be right there, mum. Why does my head hurt so much? I have a bitter taste in the mouth, disgusting and heavy, and it takes all my strength not to lose my lunch. No, wait, mum, don't do that, I do not want that.
This place is driving me insane. I have to fathom its mystery before it's too late. Who knows if it isn't too late already.