[ He takes the mug gratefully, just enjoying the warmth of it in his hands and the calm rhythm of Martin's movements. ]

No. I don't know it. [ He sighs. ] Nothing here is familiar, honestly. I can't... I can't Know about this place, even when I try. I can't see the shape of it. Even the Eye feels distant. It's... a bit like being in the Buried.

[ Which is. worrying. ]