Three hundred
Entry 16 · October 8, 2026
Three hundred and three.
None of them felt like much when they landed. Another pull, another faint glow, another small rare thing dropped into the pile like it was nothing.
It's only when I stop and count that it hits me. A hundred and forty-four decks. A hundred and fifty-nine relics. Three hundred things that exist, in this number, nowhere but in my pockets.
I built a hoard without once feeling like I was building anything.
The Vitrine's going to be crowded. I go back to the pull.
