I’ve been sitting here a while now, and the sky is getting darker. The stars are starting to appear, faint at first, then brighter as the night deepens. I don’t know why I keep thinking about these things, but it’s like the world is trying to tell me something. Maybe it’s just the wind, or maybe it’s the old world whispering through the trees. I don’t know. But I feel like I need to keep listening.
Day 5