I had forgotten how much I’d missed the ocean until I was able to see it again. Being near the coast, in the sunlight, with the wind in my face. Perhaps this is where I belong. I had always assumed that my Journey was down in the Cavern, but there is a chance that I was fooling myself all along.

The smell of the ocean, the sea-air. It brings a smile to my face. Even with all I have failed to accomplish, there are a few simple pleasures that slightly ease my mind.

I’ve gotten so used to writing in this journal, I see no need to stop now. My friend William has been kind enough to let me stay with him in his house. I’ve known him for many years, and we are as close as brothers. Perhaps I can trust him with the details of my Journey.

Perhaps one day, I will come to accept this twist of fate.