❝ Some days the imposter syndrome seems impossible to ignore... Asking me if I'm even the best me I can be... If I'm even the Caeldori I believe myself to be...
&& yet as I gaze up at the sky, no answers are found in the clouds nor the sunlight gleaming down… I am me. Whatever makes up ME, I am. ❞
A soft sigh leaves her as she looks over memories past… Perhaps she was dwelling too much on what was && had been…
What could have been…
That was neither here nor there. Time always marches on… && thus so does she, as she mounts Ayame, clicking to her to take to the skies.
❛ Here's to whatever lies ahead. ❜














