The memories are shadows, ink on the page

Ironically, the Wilderness now seems more stable than anything else around here. [Slight pause.] It also doesn't seem much like a Wilderness these days. Maybe we should start calling it the Third Floor.

Getting back to the point--I don't know about anyone else, but I'm going to start sleeping here. Less chance of getting hit by something falling from the Tree.

Anyone who wants is welcome to join me, just make sure you bring your own blankets.

[There's a small blot of ink where he rested his pen before writing anything.]

What day is it? And while I'm asking questions, any idea why my hair might be [pause] have suddenly changed color?

[Longer pause.]

This is... maybe a strange question. But does anyone know, for sure, that they're [slight pause] still alive?

This {noun}turtle, riceball, place isn't too {adjective}sneaky, hard, bad? for {verb ending in -ing}escaping, making, waiting out the {noun}back, horse, storm. It's one of the {adjective}nicer, better? ones, as far as {proper noun (plural)}riceballs, Wildernesses go.

{proper noun},Castor {proper noun},Pollux you {noun (plural)}guys make it down here alright?

[Pause]

Well, that's {adjective}strange.

[[ooc: Cloud decided to go back and cross words off until only the 'right' ones are left.]]