JOURNAL

1/26/25: This curse I have. I fail to see any greater purpose that it is of mine to serve here any longer. And yet, despite everything, I cannot seem to be fractured. I have this constant flicker of flame within me, however small, that is keeping me here against my will. I am cursed to stay here, to do.....something. This curse I have.

"someday a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets."