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[keyandstar]

[ After having gotten over the shock of... Well, everything, and after having herself a good cry, Lirael examined the journal she'd found next to her neatly folded clothes.

It seemed like it had to be magical, and yet she could feel nothing from it. Was it dangerous? It didn't seem like it. Just strange.

Hence, after having read a few entries and come to the conclusion that this had to be some kind of communication device, she tentatively wrote: ]

Is this Ancelstierre?

Comments

[Written] Let me know if the first-person style throws you too much

[quicktoanger]

That name rang a bell for some reason, but I couldn't put a finger on why.

Dunno if you've heard, but you're a good ways away from your home now.

[Written] seems fitting for Harry!

[keyandstar]

So I've come to understand. Nobody seems to know how this can happen.

[Written] THAT IS THE HOPE! :D

[quicktoanger]

This place kinda screws with reality at random. Far as I know, bringing us here is just another side-effect.

[Written] \o/ sorry for my slow ;;

[keyandstar]

It... screws with reality? How?

[Written] It's cool

[quicktoanger]

Every so often, reality just... changes. Difficult to say why, but the guys keeping us here have found a way to partly control it, apparently.

[Written] <3

[keyandstar]

Control it how? Do they decide how it changes, or stop it?

[Written] <3

[quicktoanger]

They stop it from happening in the enclosure naturally, and then they sort of... induce it. From what I know.

[Written]

[keyandstar]

That sounds cruel.