December 14th, 2009
LOG ENTRY
As our journey back to the Workshop reaches its conclusion, we are able to see the emptiness around us resolve into tangible shapes and patterns for the first time in days. We are nearly home. Perhaps it’s the effect of the journey, or perhaps it’s the influence of my own frightened subconscious mind, but I find it difficult to remember exactly what it will look like when we arrive.
Either way, we have to press on. They need us: we know what is coming, and we know that they are still being fed with lies.