"The first structure I came across held an alien arrangement of colors, and the patterns shifted beneath my every footfall, seeming to flee my touch. This seemed to amuse the next lady in my journey. Her expression was as inscrutable as the caretaker that started me on this journey.
'Mister, you're little out of place here."
Her odd words and dialect were unlike anything back home. I asked where we stood, hoping to get answers about this strange land. She laughed, but it was without any warmth or mirth.
'Oh, buddy. Your guess is as good as mine. I stopped losing sleep over it years ago. I suppose you'll do the same.'
Years? Was she trapped in here for years? Would I be separated from my parents and siblings for years? I stumbled as the implications struck me and she enveloped me beneath her shawl, like a mother bird with her wings. I didn't feel safe, only overwhelmed by shifting colors and a great shadow."
Second diary entry of the Gentleman Outlander