so uhhhh this is prob one of the worst things i've ever wrote soooo I walked for some time. I didn’t stop for breaks, no water, no quick snack just an endless road that kept me walking. I found a stopping point, but each time I tried to rest, I found myself standing at the beginning again. There was no point in reaching the end when the end refused to exist. I picked up my things and turned toward home, and that’s when I realized the journey back from somewhere is always harder than the journey to the location. My legs felt heavier, the air colder, the silence sharper. I grabbed the pendant my great‑grandparents had passed down for generations. It was cold against my palms, colder than the air around me. I held it tight, feeling the weight of every person who had carried it before me. I whispered, barely audible, “If I die, you will prevail. And if you prevail… I will revive.” The words felt older than my voice, like something inherited rather than spoken. I took a deep breath, and the last thing I remembered was my legs giving out and my vision going black.
