If anyone can navigate this, it's you. Believing is half the battle, so you're already halfway there.
"All right, get yourself situated comfortably but stay sitting upright," Diego instructs you.
The blankets are soft underneath you as you set yourself up in the nest. You study Mrs. McGlynn's map, trying to commit it to memory. It's difficult when you have an audience.
"Do you have to stare at me like that?" you ask Anuja, Addy, and Kirill who are all sitting behind Diego.
"We've gotta watch," Addy says, then sarcastically adds, "What if something weird happens and you need us to save you from Diego's brainwashing?"
"I'm going to ignore that," he says. "Kirill, find some kind of relaxing ambient soundscape to play."
As Diego untangles the pendulum, Kirill plays something that sounds like what they play over the speakers at the day spa your mom goes to a couple towns over sometimes. You have a distinct memory of drinking cucumber water while waiting for her to get out of a massage, windchimes and ethereal synthesizers quiet in the background.
"Hey, um, Petzeiros," Anuja says.
"Yeah?"
"If you see it—that thing, the Fog Beast, whatever it is. If you see it, and if it sees you, wake up right away, okay?"