Two and a half days in this world, and already it felt like I had lived through weeks of hardship, uncertainty, and strange discoveries that gnawed at me long after the moments themselves had passed.
The pace at which everything was unfolding left me almost breathless, as though I was constantly sprinting with no finish line in sight, and the thought that there were still countless days ahead — each of them ripe with danger and unknown trials — made the weight of it all settle even heavier on my shoulders.
Who could possibly say what else I would face, or what was destined to happen next?
The uncertainty stalked me like a shadow, yet at the same time it pushed me forward, sharpening my resolve the way a whetstone sharpens steel.
I turned toward Flogga and found her watching me with an expression that seemed carved from patience itself, her lips curled ever so slightly in an amused line, as though she were in on some private joke I had not yet earned the right to understand.
