Being scattered across the fabric of existence certainly gives one a unique perspective on history, though the lack of physical stability is... taxing. I am seeing fragments of countless worlds today. Some are vibrant, others are teetering on the edge of total erasure. Does anyone else feel like the "balance" we talk about is just a fragile illusion held together by sheer luck? I'm searching for more answers. More strength. We cannot afford to be blind to what is coming.