After the nightmare on the island, I’ve finally returned home. It’s been a week of quiet, a strange kind of downtime after the chaos. It’s odd how silence can feel both comforting and unnerving after such an.. interesting day.

I’ve spent most of my days just sitting here, looking up at the sky. There’s something oddly soothing about the vast expanse above, a reminder of how small and insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things. It’s like the sky is a canvas, stretching out infinitely, holding secrets and mysteries of its own. It’s been a refuge, a place to clear my mind and try to make sense of what happened.

Every time I look up, I think about the island, the ritual, and the people we encountered. The vivid memories of those final moments haunt me, but there’s a certain clarity that comes with observing the sky. It’s as if, in its boundlessness, I find a semblance of peace, a place where the nightmares can’t reach.