The caravan leaves soon.
I have begun packing, though there is not much to gather. Most of what I carry cannot be seen, and would not fit in any bag regardless.
Dunskar was never meant to be a place I stayed.
And yet—
six months is enough for a city to leave an imprint.
I came here with nothing more than curiosity.
A habit, perhaps.
In my family, stories are collected—passed from one voice to another, shaped by distance, softened by time. They are told well, always.
But they are never… ours.
I think that is why I write.
Not to preserve truth.
But to understand what I have seen, before it becomes something else.
Dunskar is not an easy place to exist in.
Everything here moves forward with intent. People do not linger. They do not drift. Even rest feels… earned.
I do not belong to that rhythm.
I never intended to.
And yet, there were moments.
Small ones.
A meal shared without purpose beyond warmth.
A conversation that did not measure worth.
A fleeting sense that I was not entirely outside of it.
I will not miss the pressure.
But I think I will remember the taste.
The food here is… honest.
It does not pretend to be more than what it is. It carries the land within it—harsh, direct, unrefined. There is something comforting in that.
Something that does not ask to be questioned.
The system, however…
is something else entirely.
I have watched it choose.
I have seen it discard.
I have walked above it—
and, briefly, beneath.
There is a logic to it.
A kind of balance.
Measured not in kindness, but in function.
I understand that much.
But not all of it.
Perhaps no one truly does.
Or perhaps understanding it fully requires becoming a part of it.
I do not intend to stay long enough to find out.
Tomorrow, I leave with the caravan.
Another city.
Another set of stories that are not yet mine.
I do not know if what I have written here is true.
Not entirely.
It is what I have seen.
What I have chosen to remember.
And perhaps…
that is enough.
Dunskar is a city that feels fair—
in a way I cannot fully grasp.
I wonder…
if that is because I am still outside of it—
or because I always will be.
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