It may be a drafty shack, but I'm doing my best to make the place look nice. Just because the world is a terrible place doesn't mean I have to be miserable about it.
I had the strangest dream... Everything was gilded, and Vauthry had these long, flowing locks... Not sure what that says about me, but I'm trying not to think about it.
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I hear footsteps running across the roof from time to time. I don't mind─it's only people finding joy where they can, I'm sure. But I do worry that someone will fall.