I travelled the world.
I rode miles, sailed leagues, climbed until my fingers bled, dove until my lungs screamed. I saw the exotic and the mundane, I listened to familiar songs sung in unfamiliar tongues, I tasted flavours conceived in a peregrine trance.
I travelled the world, ever seeking. I used names and discarded them, I used masks and discarded them, I used people and discarded them. Memories, chipped seashells on the wavetouched sands of time, and I cherished them like diamonds.
I travelled the world, a stray stranger; driftwood in the torrent. Rudderless in the flood. Lost and yearning to be found, abandoned and waiting to be claimed, latching onto any semblance of purpose like barnacles on the keel of an uncaring barge.
I paved my life's cobbled paths with tombstones of deceased dreams and beseeched every friend, every foe, every transient breathing carcass to trot along them; arrhythmic hoofbeats a cheap substitute for this bestilled and pulseless heart.
I died with every breath, and your every breath rebirthed me. I dared to be loved when it hurt the most. I found the courage to laugh in the face of despair; a mad cackle to frighten the life out of Fear itself.
I travelled the world for a better one.
I found it in you.
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]
