room16/LostInThought

16.1.2023 : ROOM SIXTEEN : Lost In Thought

Along the way you expect to find the village where you had first woken up. Although you are still heading South you find no sign of the village even as you walk for a lot longer than the time it took for you to get from the village to the Tor. 

Somehow you must have veered off track. 

No track, it's all foggy meadow plains which have dried out and gone dusty. 

You ponder the language you use in your internal monologue and how you would explain it to anyone from this world which has not the same history as your own. Their more simple use of language will be noticeably different from your own. You decide to play it safe and use only simple language if you meet anyone else along the way. 

You have wandered off-course. 

Gotten lost. 

You become confused because despite having been talking in what appears to your ears to be the English language, the words flowing naturally and straight in the order you want to express them, when you are thinking about it by yourself there is a different shape to the way you end up verbalising it.

There appears to be no easy answer as to this and unlikely to encounter anyone from any world who can help make sense of it without the risk of them diagnosing you with some sort of psychotic episode. Perhaps this whole experience is something like that. 

You walk into the night hoping to find shelter or something of interest. There is no reason to stop walking, you decide you can rest whenever you are tired. 

By dawn you have arrived at the edge of a swamp. 

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