It’s good to be in the Evantonian Sanctuary.
Behind the walls.
As I look out of my cottage door,
I see the dock pointing to the lake.
Something is bothering me–
I’m not really sure why I’m here.
All I remember is my dream.
I’m going to pay a lot of attention to the past now.
I’m going to remember what I can remember.
The grass is green.
The lake has whitecaps.
I think I’m safe.