It was not the fact that I was adrift in a strange and unknown land. To some extent, it was what I had signed up for when I came to Slothin.
No, what troubled me far more, was that I no longer knew the words of the world. I could not translate any of the sounds that I used to translate with ease.
I found a fallen tree, one that was supported in the midst of the forest by the trees and logs under it, and I sat on it.
It was low enough to the ground that I could climb up on it easily. And it was high enough that I could swing my legs without my feet scuffing against the earth.
I wanted to cry, to relieve myself of the grief that had gripped me, but I found I could not. Something about the meaning of crying did not translate to tears anymore.
I pondered this anomaly. I had always been ab
