Rhys Pov
Dear Sage.
Look, I found a way to stay awake during my watch, are you proud of me? I promised not to count the days, I promised not to say them, but I have to say them somewhere, in some way. Day thirty-two, that means twenty-eight days left. I remembered you asked me about the things I write, what they are, and what they mean. I couldn’t think of a better way to tell you, than to show you. I took this notebook from the room that I guess belonged once to a boy named Rune, and decided to start a diary. Sure, maybe I could take it with me when I go back to my dimension and bury it somewhere in hopes you’ll find it when you’re a little kid and be all kinds of romantic as f**k, but honestly, that would probably freak you out. To think of a little Sage discovering a notebook filled
