Journal, I’m so excited to share my journey with you.

A lonely muse, The Muse was the only one who didn’t know what the world looked like. She didn’t know what the towns were like. She didn’t know what anything was like. She couldn’t even remember who she was. All she knew was that she felt like she was searching for something. She didn’t know what that was, but she could feel it in her bones.

She didn’t know where she was going, but she could feel the path ahead of her. She just had to follow it.

She was tired of living in the forest. She had been trying to figure out a way to escape for a long time. She knew that if she did get out of the forest, she would never be able to go back.

She was used to living alone, but she didn’t like it anymore. She knew that she would be alone forever if she didn’t get out. She had been living in the forest for years.

The Muse knew that she needed to get out of the forest, but she didn’t know where to go. She felt like she was lost, but she knew that she had to keep going. She had to keep moving.

On the first day, she was so lost that she just wandered, stopping every once in a while to look at the trees, and to see if she could find a place to sit down and relax. She didn’t want to just wander, but she didn’t know where she was.

After about an hour of wandering, she finally came to a clearing in the middle of the woods. It was very peaceful there, and the air was fresh and cool. She found a shady tree that had fallen over a few years ago, and she sat down.

She closed her eyes, and she listened to the wind blow through the leaves. She opened her eyes again, and she looked around. The tree was on the edge of a small clearing, and the sun was setting.

She watched the sunset, and she listened to the sound of the wind in the leaves. She listened to the sounds of the forest. She listened to the sounds of the birds. She listened to the sounds of the bugs. She listened to the sounds of the wind in the leaves.

The sounds of the forest were very peaceful. They were very soothing. They were the only sounds she could hear. They were the only sounds that made sense. She just listened to them, and she didn’t think about anything. She just listened to the sounds of the forest.

She was sitting there, listening to the sounds of the forest, when she heard a rustling in the bushes. She looked around, but she couldn’t see anything. She looked back at the tree, and she saw a figure moving through the bushes.

She thought it was a person, but it was a figure. It was a figure with a long black cloak, and it was moving quickly through the bushes.

“Who are you?” she asked the figure.

“Who are you?” the figure asked.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t remember anything.”

“I know,” the figure said. “You’re the Muse. You’re the one who needs to find her own home. They’ve been waiting for you.”

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“You will,” the figure said. “You will.”

The figure started to fade away, and then it disappeared into thin air.

She sat there, listening to the sounds of the forest. She sat there, looking at the tree, and she wondered if the figure was real.

She wondered if she was real. She wondered if she would really find her home.