[journal] Meeting Halcyon

Meeting Halycon that fateful day was unlike any other experience I had encountered. The sky was already filled with ominous clouds as I ventured into the swamps, desperately searching for some Magenta blushcap to add to my herbal collection. Despite the heavy rain and rarity of the mushroom, my loyal byun Mister led me onwards. Little did I know, fate would bring us to a different discovery.

Laying on the ground, amidst the wet foliage, was a figure that instantly captured my attention. At first glance, it seemed like you were injured and unresponsive. Without hesitation, I dropped everything in my basket and rushed over to check if you were breathing. Relief flooded over me when I felt your pulse and knew you were alive.

Together, Mister and I carefully carried you back to the safety of my library where we could properly tend to your injuries. Fear pulsed through me as I tended to your wounds, but I remained calm and determined to help you recover. It took some time for you to regain consciousness, but even then, your attitude was difficult to deal with. Two stubborn individuals with clashing personalities, but something kept me from giving up on you.

You refused any assistance at first, but deep down I could sense that you needed someone to rely on. Our constant bickering only solidified our strong personalities, yet it also brought us closer together as we both revealed our vulnerabilities. Looking back now, it's clear that we both needed each other in our lives - two lonely souls who found solace in one another's company.

Perhaps we softened each other's rough edges or simply grew accustomed to each other's presence. Looking back now, I see that I may not have always been the kindest or most patient person towards you. But despite our rocky start, our friendship means more to me than words can express.

When you left after your injuries healed, I thought that would be the last I saw of you. So imagine my surprise when you showed up at my doorstep, unharmed and ready to share tales of your recent adventures. It was a welcome visit and a reminder of how much our friendship has grown since that fateful day in the swamps.

In my memory, you are forever shrouded in mystery - a figure lingering in the swamps, cloaked in shadows and secrets. Your injuries were a constant reminder of the dangers lurking in those murky waters, but I never dared to ask how they came about. You were always evasive when I did inquire, and I respected your privacy, but the curiosity lingers within me even to this day. I can't help but wonder what secrets lie hidden within those scars, and what led you to wander into the treacherous swamp in the first place. It's a question that may never be answered, but it continues to haunt me nonetheless.

Perhaps I am overthinking this, and you were simply passing through the murky swamps at a particularly bad time. You have always been mysterious and secretive about your travels. As for me, I now take extra precautions when journeying alone in these treacherous lands.