So you made it back here past the blurbs of dissonance and ridiculousness. I still fortunately or unfortunately am in the land of this book. The grass is green wet with dew, at least bugs somehow are are repelled by whatever mints the vegan dragon has given me. Well dear reader how has life treated you on the outside of this box, is it still the same world? Maybe we are in new phases and that's ok. A global pandemic isn't really normal but we got each other. For me I have a notebook so let's just do our best to cope. Today I tried asking the world to let me through..but silence as usual. I have more words to say now haha. It's funny because that's what being in a forest trying to look for some nymph who knows forest portals. Poke a tree get nothing, set fire to a tree you'll be hated, beg you'll be scorned for your shamelessness. They are heartless they don't show up in all these displays to get their attention. You say why don't I just ask, well shyness it.. gets to me. She still hasn't come out. The grass is flat, green and mossy. I am just so ..tired. Well wish me luck the grass seems to be curling around me, twisting around my legs tightly. I'm too tired to care.-log 8 of ky. Real World: The nymph looks at the person and wraps him around in a grassy cocoon. "Humans are strange, I suppose I can keep him" She says her viney hair dangling across her face like a curtian of snakes yet her eyes, light blue, delicate like a pond as she lifts the human off the ground, "good work my little, Matricaria chamomilla, (chamomile)" The being had done its job, her power comes in relaxation and sleep. Just a flick of a wrist from a nymph could lift the level of pheromones to accomplish this. She gently places it down, taking him to the undergrowth.
