Dear Fae, 

I no longer have the ingredients for the potion while I’m stuck here. It’s journaling time at the clinic and I need a way to get this to you. I talked with Dr. Norten a week ago, that wasn’t a wise decision. I should have just tried to get back. I’m starting to forget things so I need to write my conversation with Norten before I forget. Maybe I’m writing this as collateral for what happened or maybe it’s something more than that. But… here we go:

“I’m not a very by the books kind of person. My philosophy is wing it or don’t do it. Yeah, that may show some sign of immaturity, but honestly I’m just starting off my 20s, that’s what this mentality is ment for, right? 

Anyways, I love to drink and since turning 21, I’ve locked into full party mode. Last night… I may have over done it with Landen at the karaoke bar on 5th ave. We had to walk home since Landen was super drunk and I was cross faded. While walking home we ran into a dispensary near by that was open late and I came home with a few odd looking, we’ll call, ‘herbs’. The dude running the shop said a specific one would work for preventing a hangover so by today I wouldn’t feel a thing... so I bought it and a few other ones too. One thing he forgot to mention was to keep the ‘herbs’ divided… thats where I when wrong. I mixed a few dashes of each ‘herb’ and packed it up.. smoked a bit and bam I was out.

The next morning I woke up in the forest. It felt —and I don’t know how else to describe this —enchanted. Maybe I was still out of it or just dreaming, but the insects around me looked more like fairies? I know, doc, I know his all sounds crazy, just stick with me.

So, I got up and started to find my way home. The ground was mossy, everything was so ethereal. It didn’t feel real. Suddenly my phone started going off. It was Landen. I tried picking it up but the reception was splotchy. Every time I would hear Landen clearly, those fairy creatures would group up and try to take the phone away from me.

Here’s the thing doc, it felt weird and still does. I have no idea how, why or if I’m just going crazy but I can’t stop getting glimpses back into that ‘realm’. 

Doc, is there anyway potions can be real? And do you think one could have sent me to this other realm?”

He didn’t like my serious tone for what he veiled is make believe… I ended up being sent to a mental health facility… I am writing to you fairies or what others call The Fae from the clinic for help. Maybe you can get me out of this hospital, but most of all I just need answers on what the hell happened. 

Sincerely, 

Wes