I miss the emptiness of the Bleak Shore. I have not been back since my assignment began. "Write," they whisper, but I have nothing to write about. Not yet. I would try seeking out those who know about the Convocation, but I am unsure of myself and might give myself away. That would be unfortunate. I need more practice.
One good thing about this world, which the Bleak Shore lacks, is music. So much music. Just walking by restaurants and coffee houses, I can hear songs and cadences I have not heard before. Yesterday, I found this song and have decided to share it with you:
I know this is a distraction from my purpose here, but I can't help it. It's quite beautiful. But I shall endeavor to ignore it and go on with my mission, with my observations.
I shall be meeting another Nest soon. They shall show me the places I need to go, the people I need to observe, and the events I need to record.