How I despise this realm.
Yes, this is where I was born – if that’s even the right word – but it’s not home. Being here only reminds me of the past, so I avoid returning and find spending my time on Earth far more soothing. The only reason I’m here now is that I’m struggling to quell my anger, and I already know the damage I did to Earth the last time I couldn’t control myself, and I don’t wish for that to happen again. This entire realm is made of pure magic, so it’s less susceptible to my destructive forces.
I have places where I reside, but none that I’ve ever truly called home. The first time I felt I’d found my home was when I first laid eyes on Gabriella. My essram felt at peace the moment I held her in my arms, and I feel at home each time I’m with her. Being lightyears away from
