The Captain's Log

You are here and find me. I am there and find you. Where are we? Where we have always been, whispering tiny words into each other's mind.

They may hold your body hostage, but it is your mind they are after...

I find myself behind enemy lines. Speech muffled. I write on the bark of trees. I will get it out. Unfortunately, it appears I am the enemy...

I'm still alive...I think.

Please, don't think I am gone. The happenings are marinating in the mind of madness, wondering how to present in proper prose.

Be well and sleep peacefully, my delightful minions.