Another day of training, and my foundation still feels so... fragile. It’s hard to stay focused on madra circulation when every rustle in the bushes feels like a predator waiting to strike. Being a Copper in a world of Irons and Golds is... humbling, to say the least. Apologies if I seem a bit distracted lately, I'm just trying to make sure I actually live to see next week. 😅 Does anyone else feel like the universe is constantly testing their patience? Or is it just me?
