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‎📖 Journal of DeLuna — Before the Next Road


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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