17th December
85th Day of Harvest
4 Days to WinterYear of the Snake 1004
I am given cause to wonder. I am given cause to fear.
My friend Gilderoy went in the crevice. My friend remained four hours. Two more than were promised.
What emerged is not griffon. No soul was griffon.
The griffon Grackle. The griffon Gestalt. The griffon Gordon. My friend Gilderoy.
The griffon Gestalt did not return. The griffon Gestalt attacked griffon Grackle. The griffon Grackle cut griffon Gestalt loose. So says griffon Gordon. We heard the screaming.
The griffon Grackle is covered in cuts. The griffon says the ice came alive as snakes. The griffon fought back. The evidence is in griffon Gordon’s flank.
The griffon Gordon wept and moaned. The griffon babbled. Now the griffon lies awake but unseeing.
My friend Gilderoy mutters and writes. My friend refuses food and water. My friend has lost his language for another. I cannot speak to my friend. I am at a loss.