-10th Rest-

It took us five rests to plunge deep into the Graylands, so logically, I assumed it would take us the same—five rests—to leave. It made perfect sense, at least at the time. But now, another rest period later, everything still looks as gray as ever. There’s been no change, no hint of color returning to the landscape, no sign of the vibrant world we left behind. The same monotonous, oppressive gray surrounds us, and the realization is beginning to sink in: something’s wrong.

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What is happening?

Are we somehow moving slower on our way out? Are the Graylands warping our perspective? I can’t say for certain, but the thoughts gnaw at me.

Thankfully, no one else seems to have noticed the predicament we’re in, or if they have, they’re keeping it to themselves. Sam and Tom, for their part, haven’t been speaking to me, which is something of a relief. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep my own unease hidden, and the last thing I need is their doubts or questions adding to the pressure. But how long can this continue before someone—perhaps even I—cracks?