I don't know how long it's been since I first stepped into this lost dimension. Prison has a way of completely warping your sense of time and space.
But finally I have received the chance to regain my possessions, and I decided to write a full report on everything I have seen up to now.
The moment I arrived I was met with open hostility by a tribe of tall, powerfully built women who call themselves Amazons.
Every one of them is statuesque, broad-shouldered, long-legged, and heavily muscled from a life of constant hunting.
Most stand well over six feet, with full, heavy breasts that strain against the barest scraps of animal hide they bother to wear.
Their clothing is little more than barely matched cloths and tops made out of monster leather.
And if my understanding of the tribe is correct, the clothing choice comes from several reasons.
