32-Ashes of a Dream

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(Robert's Perspective)

The sounds of my surroundings slowly woke me up. For a moment, I felt like I was in a dream as I watched the leaves of the trees and experienced a brief instant of peace. But after a few seconds, my mind returned to the reality of the situation.

It was as if my own mind was telling me that tranquility wasn't something I should get used to, that I had to stop dreaming and imagining. Maybe I'm being a bit too hard on myself.

I got up slowly and looked at Alex and Alba, who were eating. Even though I was staring at them, it took me a moment to process that they were really there. When was the last time I could truly rest?

I felt a bit dazed, maybe because I had rested more than I had in a long time. I headed to a secluded spot among the trees to wash my face with some water I had stored in my backpack. I needed a moment of clarity and focus.

When I was about to wash my face, I remembered the bandage over my eye. I had forgotten I'd been wearing it all this time. I'm a bit afraid of taking it off because of what happened when I did, so I won't. I'll wash my face as best I can.

Artemis still isn't responding to me, and since I'm tired of insisting, I'll leave it for another time. She's probably upset.

After a moment, a gentle breeze passed by, and I watched the trees sway softly. I went behind a tree and sat down.

As I did, I went over my plan again in my mind.

It is simple: go to the shelter. Years had passed since I abandoned it, I began to recall the reason everything started-the reason I decided to leave my isolation, which, to be honest, felt somewhat comfortable.

My brother had sent me a letter through his eagle; he was the only person in this world who knew where I was. It took me a few days to read it, to be honest, but after I did, it felt like the path back had been illuminated.

I didn't expect to go through everything I've been through. I started alone, and now I walk with other people. So many things have happened... For some reason, this bothers me; you never know where you'll end up. It's such a stark truth that I started respecting it when it happened to me more than once.

You'd think there are places you'd never return to or things you'd never do again, but sometimes, for some reason, those things come back, or you end up doing things you once thought were impossible.

I remember an action movie where the antagonist said that when we tie our shoes at the start of the day, we never imagine how it will end. It wasn't a particularly philosophical line, honestly, but it was so true that it left me fascinated.

I just wanted to go to the shelter, and now I have a strange spirit living inside me and I'm traveling with even more peculiar people.

Sometimes it's hard for me to process all this madness. I was used to normal things, not things that should only exist in my imagination.

Maybe I should...

Suddenly, a splash of water fell on my head, startling me.

I looked to the side, and there was Alba.

Alba: You're really something else; you've been sitting there staring into space for five whole minutes.

Robert: I was in a moment of meditation...

Alba: I hope you don't meditate too often, or you'll get killed sooner or later.

Wow, what a blunt woman. Talking to her is like talking to a rock. I guess she went through some kind of personality change or something after her friend's death.

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