Approximately ten days have passed since my previous report.
Luckily, I am no longer confined, so I have been able to keep track of the passage of days more easily. However, I have noticed a strange phenomenon, and I believe I have discovered its cause, though I will discuss that later.
What I need to report first of all is that, in this place, memory is a terrible measure of the passage of time.
Entire hunting expeditions seem distant only hours after returning. Conversations fade with alarming speed unless I deliberately write them down.
Faces remain familiar, names remain recognizable, but the order of events slips away as though someone quietly tears pages from my memory while I sleep. Fortunately, memories from before entering this dimension remain perfectly intact.
I can still remember my homeland, my studies, and everyone I met before arriving here with absolute clarity. Only memories formed inside this dimension seem to dissolve.
