I’m writing this in what looks (and smells) like a swamp. I’ve got no idea where I am. It’s likely that you have no idea where you are, either. That’s something you’re going to have to get used to over the coming years.

Oh.

Right.

You probably came through the door, like… just a few minutes after you got the video, didn’t you? We’re probably only fifteen minutes in on your end. Time gets wacky in the margins. It’s mostly forward-and-backward stuff as long as you’re only going, well, forward and backward. Hard to explain without copious hand gestures and some paper. Different paper. Not the paper you’re reading right now.

Getting ahead of myself again. The door led you here, wherever here is. It looks different to all of us. Wherever you are, they’re probably going to follow. Keep going forward and take the second door you see on the path.

STICK TO THE PATH

Do not follow random lights. If you hear singing, sing any song you know and don’t stop until the voice is gone. I’ll see you soon.