Tonight, I found myself gazing at the stars over Ram Village—just as I did so often in my childhood. The sky feels different now, though. Back then, the stars were a comforting constant, a reminder that even in exile, the world was vast and full of possibility. Now, knowing the weight of my name and the path ahead, they seem... farther away. Still beautiful, but distant. Like the peace I hope to bring to Valentia. I wonder if Alm is looking at them too, wherever he is.

Sometimes, I miss the simplicity of those days, but faith reminds me that every step has purpose. For now, I’ll cherish the quiet moments—and the people who make them brighter.