Mom, have you ever seen a Nimbus Wraith? I saw one for the first time today, and it was incredible.
I'm so excited. I don't really know who to share this with, so I'm writing it down here.
Today feels like a real turning point for me.
Starting today, I'm working for the Montelli family. I'm part of the Montellis now, and from now on, people will call me by that name.
The gate to Rinascita has finally opened for me.
Even though I'm in a cabin right now, thousands of miles away from home, as long as I'm working under the Montelli name and wearing this uniform, maybe one day I'll have my own place in the Montelli Quarter in Ragunna.
Mom, I think I finally get why the Montelli name is so well-known across Rinascita. While other noble families sell positions or goods, the Montellis sell hope.
I'm about to get really busy, and I'm adjusting to the job just fine. The only problem is there's just me as the security guard on board, so there's no one to talk to. I'm going to work hard, and when I come back, I'll bring you to Ragunna so you can enjoy life here too.
Mom, I miss you.
It's pretty misty here, and whenever it's like this, I can't help but think back to when I was little, back when we were together.
We used to live in a house out in the countryside. It was a thatched cottage, and in the summer, I could hear the dried hay on the roof crackling as the sun beat down. In the winter, the walls would get damp.
Inside, the house had a narrow hallway that led to the kitchen, where a broken lightbulb, somehow always mysteriously fixed, hung from the ceiling. The exposed wires were wrapped in black tape.
Along the hallway were two rooms. I slept in the smaller one, the one on the north side. The gauzy curtains, printed with the sacred verses of the Order, always felt a little eerie at night. When I couldn't sleep, I'd sneak out to the narrow hallway. It didn't matter if I kept my eyes open or closed. With my back against the damp walls, it was pitch black, and I couldn't even see my own breath.
The wind tried to sneak in through the cracks, and the door frame seemed to shrink. The old wires were starting to tear, and the damp air pressed against the bricks. My hair brushed against the wall, and behind it, a patch of quilt slowly shifted. All these sounds tangled together in my head, floating from my ears to my skin, then rushing back inside, shaking my bones with a soft, mesmerizing tremor. I can't shake this feeling of dampness that echoes in my mind. Today, it's here again.
I just passed through the misty barrier on our route. It felt like an unsettling dream.
But don't worry about me. The safety manual says this mist can cause hallucinations, but it's harmless. I've made it through safely. Now, I need to check the inventory again, just in case someone took something while I was dreaming. I really miss you, Mom.