I walked along the shore tonight, feeling the cold Atlantic waves wash over my feet. It’s strange—after centuries, the sea still speaks to me in a way nothing else can. It reminds me of Themyscira, of my mother’s voice, of the sisters I left behind. Sometimes the weight of all those years feels like an anchor. I miss the simplicity of knowing my place. Now, my place is here, with all of you… and with him. But even an Amazon can feel untethered. Tell me, mortals: what makes you feel grounded when the world feels too vast?