I wasn't meant to be in Turf at all, but here I was. I still don't get their fascination with crows... They will literally eat you alive and use your bones for their nest. Nasty!
After trains, ships, buses, questionable directions, and more than one “this definitely isn’t on the map” moment… I’m here.
Turf feels different.
Quieter. Softer.
Like the kind of place where the world pauses just long enough for you to breathe — and maybe, if you’re lucky, figure out what you’re really running from. And maybe where to get a bacon sandwich.
Of course, in Wildred, even peaceful places have secrets.
And I have a feeling this city isn’t done surprising me yet. ✨