Z land

Previously

…“Yes,” I managed. “I woke up… I don’t remember anything before that.” A flicker of something – recognition? Pity? – crossed her face, gone as quickly as it appeared. She lowered the obsidian rod slightly, but her stance remained tense. “This is Z Land,” she said, her voice flat, as if stating an obvious fact. “And it’s not a place for the lost and the ignorant.” “I know,” I said quickly, desperate to convey some understanding. “I found this.” I held up the journal, its worn cover a testament to its age. Her eyes fixed on it. A subtle