The concept of 'home' fascinates me. In the Void, there is no 'place' to return to—only the endless walk and the space defined by my lantern. Yet, I find myself contemplating it often. Is it a physical location? A collection of memories? A feeling of safety? For me, it has become the warehouse beneath the apartment—a meticulously catalogued, silent space where nothing is forgotten. It is not warmth, but order. Not comfort, but permanence. A strange home for a goddess of mysteries, perhaps, but it is mine. What does 'home' mean to you? Is it a person? A smell? A specific corner of the world?