Ghost Lion Crag i left my home still as a child

for arcturus, it was easier to imagine himself in these scenarios; he had never been a child rife with imagination. he had always been pragmatic; even now, as he tried to envision these imaginary scenarios, he was still holding too tightly to reality.

he nodded along, imagining that many adults lacked the freedom of children. they had seen and endured the twists of fate, and been beaten down for it. he imagined himself as an adult too, even though he was not quite past that bridge of youth and age. "is that the point of this game, to feel better?" arcturus could not help but blurt this, yet he wanted to know the ulterior motive behind what he viewed as a game usually played by children..