It has been strange around Seth. Okay, strange with Seth in my head. He has sunk into a funk, even worse than before. I don’s know what to do. The thoughts coming from him are gray.

I went down to visit Oran today. He was an artist in his world. I guess he worked in one of the cities that was taken over by the Nephilim. He barely escaped with his life. I guess he was one of the leaders in the resistance against them.

While I was there he drew a picture of me. It is good, but strange to see myself with such white hair. I thought I would keep it here in my journal. When mom and dad come back they may want to see it.

Drawing by Oran

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