Home…
Hah.
Home?
An empty wooden room of broken floorboards, a stale pillow, dusty alchemic instruments…
Home?
A small house of love and light, full of laughter, a fireplace; small but protected from the world.
Home?
… Someone.
Home.
Home is someone. Who makes the world better; who makes us feel safe; a genius beyond compare.
Home…
Where is that, again?