Hello, dear soul. If your eyes find these words, let them be a beacon. Everything will be alright. You have journeyed too far to turn back now. I believe in your strength and resilience.❤
I'm the dragonborn, venturing through Whiterun hold on my way to the 7,000 steps. I decide to make camp for the night in a little abandoned shack by the river. I light up the fireplace, and toss my bedroll down over the shack's old wooden bedframe. I listen to the critters of the night and the rain gently falling over my shack as I'm whisked away to the dreamlands of Vaermina.