Since our arrival at the bottom of the cliff, more than three weeks have passed. We advanced more or less in the fog during one week towards the northeast. Because yes, it would have been easier if there was not this thick fog which makes it impossible to see the horizon. Everything is dull here, the ground is bare, nothing grows or almost nothing. This Sea of Wood, it is the negation of life. I feel so weak here, my head is spinning more and more, and it doesn't get any better with the time spent in these desolate lands. It's as if this Sea of Wood was sucking our vital energy. As if it was feeding on us. And to make it worse, we couldn't see the cliffs in the distance that should have been on our left. Then, after one week of walk without crossing no beacon, we tried to go on our left, to join the cliff even if we couldn't see it. We finally reached it, after only one day of walk. Then we went along the cliff. And after ten days of walk skimming it, nothing. No beacon, no slope or any access to go back up to Fort Beacon. There, we should again turn towards the south, if I trust the position of the day star whose glow struggles to pierce the fog.  

Since our arrival at the bottom of the cliff, more than three weeks have passed. We advanced more or less in the fog during one week towards the northeast. Because yes, it would have been easier if there was not this thick fog which makes it impossible to see the horizon. Everything is dull here, the ground is bare, nothing grows or almost nothing. This Sea of Wood, it is the negation of life. I feel so weak here, my head is spinning more and more, and it doesn't get any better with the time spent in these desolate lands. It's as if this Sea of Wood was sucking our vital energy. As if it was feeding on us. And to make it worse, we couldn't see the cliffs in the distance that should have been on our left. Then, after one week of walk without crossing no beacon, we tried to go on our left, to join the cliff even if we couldn't see it. We finally reached it, after only one day of walk. Then we went along the cliff. And after ten days of walk skimming it, nothing. No beacon, no slope or any access to go back up to Fort Beacon. There, we should again turn towards the south, if I trust the position of the day star whose glow struggles to pierce the fog.  

Hope that's it. At sight, it will take us a whole week to reach the cliff while going towards the west. Then, theoretically, we'll have to go down a bit and we should find the road. We will have not to miss the beacon. If so, we would get too far down. We don't have no more right to make a mistake. But if we don't go westright, we also risk to arrive at the cliff south of the road. We'll have to walk as straight as possible and hope that this damn map is correct. The mektoub has no more fodder but it seems to be satisfied for the moment with the micro-vegetation which grows by places. He moves slowly, but he follows us. And us? We ate our last piece of dried meat yesterday morning. Are we going to be satisfied with bark and grasses for a week?

Hope that's it. At sight, it will take us a whole week to reach the cliff while going towards the west. Then, theoretically, we'll have to go down a bit and we should find the road. We will have not to miss the beacon. If so, we would get too far down. We don't have no more right to make a mistake. But if we don't go westright, we also risk to arrive at the cliff south of the road. We'll have to walk as straight as possible and hope that this damn map is correct. The mektoub has no more fodder but it seems to be satisfied for the moment with the micro-vegetation which grows by places. He moves slowly, but he follows us. And us? We ate our last piece of dried meat yesterday morning. Are we going to be satisfied with bark and grasses for a week?