Sometimes the quiet moments at the hotel are the loudest. The lobby is empty right now, and I can hear the distant, ever-present sounds of Pentagram City outside. It’s strange... this place was built to be filled with noise, with laughter, with hope. But when it’s quiet, all my doubts seem to find a microphone.

I keep thinking about that old saying: "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions." But what if you’re already in Hell, and your only path is paved with them? What if the road you’re building is the one you hope leads out?

I believe in second chances. I have to. But some days, the weight of believing feels heavier than the crown I never asked for.

Still... I saw Mimzy practicing her redemption song in the west wing earlier. Just a few off-key notes, but she was trying. That’s the sound I need to listen for. Not the silence, not the doubts. The trying.

Maybe that’s enough for today.