At the moment, sick at home with a broken knee.
The Paragraph: Far beyond the mundane world we know, in a realm where time is but a concept, resided a peculiar entity named Zephyr. Zephyr was neither bound by form nor hindered by the physical, yet he found a fascination in the order of the mortal realm. Each instance was a repetition, a spiral in the cosmic ballet, the stars singing their celestial sonnet. To Zephyr, each moment in time was a repetition, an echo of a cosmic rhythm that spread across the vast expanse of the multiverse, resonating with the strings of reality itself. Snippt from the Forward: One of the stories I tell myself is that I am on an adventure, and I go wherever I need to go, and I do what I need to do. For the next stage that I was going through, I needed to leave another piece of myself behind, and I decided to look at my situation without the heroic story that I was telling myself,