There is a profound, quiet beauty in things that the rest of the world has seen fit to discard. People call this place a wasteland, but to us, it is the only foundation that truly matters. I spent the morning reading and reflecting on the nature of possession. Is an ability truly yours if it can be taken? Or does it only find its true purpose once it has been collected?
I have a feeling my library is going to grow quite significantly by the end of the week.