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2 years ago
The road has a song all to its own. Press
your ear against my chest and you’ll hear
it. It is always with me, soaring across
mountaintops and sleeping in the gutter
where the small and forgotten gods live.
It tangles through my hair and sits heavy
in my boots. Some days that song roars
through my bones louder than any storm,
and other days it hums its tune so quietly
that I could forget it’s even there. But I will
always hold tight to it, and I’ll throw on my
cloak, grab my walking stick, and set foot
once more.
I trust the song. I trust the road. I trust
that someday, I will arrive at a town and
lay down in the grass and know that this is
where I was meant to be. The road is a river
that carries me home.
The road is a river that carries me home. I hold tight
to it as it sings within me, louder than any storm yet
calmer than any lullaby. Press your hands against mine,
and you can feel this. My home, heavy in my heart and
soft against my lips. Sometimes, when I feel the harsh
gales pushing against me, I can stare out at the thin and
tangled road ahead and forget what waits beyond.
But I trust the road. I trust the song. I trust
that someday, I’ll cuddle up in my bedding beneath a
canopy of trees, deep in the forest where the small and
forgotten gods dance, and know that above all else: we
are alive. Our care has a warmth all of its own.

The opening paragraphs of the tabletop RPG Wanderhome // the closing paragraphs


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