03/20/2017 Well, I've no idea what to do with myself now. It would appear that I have misjudged this forest and its inhabitants. I encountered some today who seemed quite civil, if a bit unpredictable. Though glass houses and all that, I cannot say I did not make an ass of myself in the throes of distress. I do believe I have plenty to be distressed about!

Many of the beings I met, such as Mr. Cat and Kamaya, seem to travel across different worlds with ease. I thought it was madness when I first learned of it, yet to these locals it is such a common thing. I always assumed the forest's residents enjoyed being here, but many seem to find themselves trapped in this place one way or another. I think... no, I am positive that is what happened to me. The question of course is what to do now that I'm here. I tried to leave by asking Kamaya to cast some sort of world hopping spell, though that backfired horribly and costed me my bloody antlers. I likely should not have attempted such a thing or encouraged her to do it, but I've grown unbelievably tired of this place. Beyond that, I wanted to try and like magic as much as the locals seem to. Alas, I must be allergic, as my reactions to it are very unpredictable. Physical intolerance, perhaps.

Before that, she mentioned to me I must have some purpose coming to this forest. I scoffed at it at first, but I am beginning to believe she may have a point. Far back as I can remember, when I first arrived in this place I felt the sense that I was looking for something. Naturally, it would follow that once this thing has been found, I should be able to return from the place I came from.

If only I could remember where that is or what I have to find... remembering anything about where I came from has proven highly difficult, as I don't even know which world I come from! I recall someone mentioned the human world. Other worlds, too. One that starts with M, another with V... perhaps my bad memory is not exclusive to past events; I already feel like much of today is slipping from my grasp. I wish this place didn't feel so unreal to me.

Anne told me my brain may be making me forget in order to protect me somehow. From what, I don't know. Maybe that's the point. If there is any point to my existence in this god forsaken forest in the first place!

I don't know. I don't know what to think. What I think is already so far removed from what I thought yesterday that what I thought yesterday is entirely meaningless. Perhaps sleep will help clear my mind.

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03/18/2017 I awoke to find I'd been spelled by some strangers in the forest once again. Only this time, I found the culprits! An odd pair, one very pink and another very excitable.

I was somewhat curious as to what all this excitement was about. I followed them out of the mushroom patch to see where they were going, the two of them hopping and frolicking all the while. I don't see what there is to frolick over in a place like this. We passed another stranger who appeared for all the world to fade into thin air. This did not appear to trouble the other two. Perhaps my mind is beginning to play tricks on me...

The energetic stranger soon disappeared, and the pink stranger was joined by a fawn, which, to my dismay, I have learned is the source of that bizarre braying I keep hearing. I thought it best to return to the mushroom circle. Child rearing is not my strong suit.

I still cannot figure out why I was awoken to begin with. Did they mistake me for someone else? I don't look so haggard as to blend in with the locals, do I!?

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03/17/2017 The madmen are about with spells tonight. Every time I wake up I become a different colour. I sat down by the banks, was spelled thrice, sat down at the oak, spelled twice by the same being no less. They seem to think it's all fun and games, some show of bravado. Bah!

I miss home, wherever it is, and I am running low on cinnamon sticks.

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03/12/2017 I've been wondering about that odd little being I encountered last night. They were there when I awoke the first time, and when I awoke the second time, they were gone. I should have asked them about the nature of this place, but something kept me from breaking the silence.

They were unusual company, to be sure, though I suppose there could be worse. I could have woke next to a creature with a skull for a face or something...

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03/11/2017 Do not panic Edwin, do not panic. You will find you way out eventually and escape these strange, pagan rituals in time.

...though how much time? Night has fallen, but how many hours did that take to happen? I am under strange stars indeed; all my attempts to map them end in failure. The celestial patterns shift and change each time I look up at them.

If I can thank these stars for anything, it is that this night is a quiet one.

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03/03/2017  ...what was I doing again? I think I was going somewhere, but I can’t remember where. I know my name. I know I was looking for something. What was it? Did I get lost?

I wonder if these other creatures are intelligent. They must be, if my reflection is truly accurate, for I appear to be one such creature, though nothing here seems to do much of anything. All I hear is a distant braying throughout the woods, a most loathsome sound. I don’t know how the rest manage to sleep like the dead through it.

I hope I can find my way out of this place; it gives me pins and needles, the trees, the deer, the ring of mushrooms... the statues especially. I nearly cracked my head open trying to escape the feeling.

I don’t like this place. I bet I come from a nicer forest, one that doesn’t make my skin crawl with locals who don’t wear skulls and strange masks on their heads. That must be it. Surely I will find my way out eventually...