Living Island

Today I was exploring... but I fell. Off a cliff. I could have sworn I heard someone telling me in my dreams that I had to charge blindly across the land in order to get anywhere and---Well at the time it seemed quite reasonable...

At any rate, long story short...

I was saved.

By ponies.

Who live in the water.

...and sing.

This is a rather sordid affair if I must admit to my current situation. Oh, but why am I being so stuffy? I have no idea where I am. I haven't seen head or tail or claw or horn or---or appendage of my companions. I'm not even quite sure of what this device is, but by pushing buttons I've somehow figured out how to write in a journal that I can fix without writing over in ink. It's peculiar. Still, strange journal box or no, I must find my allies once again and continue onward with them. Disaster could befall them at any moment without my blades and arrows there to defend them!

I'm also hungry and cold, but why am I writing that here? Oh woe! Will the warrior who fights for justice end up defeated simply by being lost? Hopefully not---

I hope the locals don't eat me. That would be terrible! Not as terrible as being vaporized, but still...