This is my sixth message to you. I did not want to return to my great grandmother's apartment after watching my mother erupt. People will tell you that you have no choice when you are so young, but they are wrong, stuck in the cycles that keep their light burning under the weight of the sun. We are unlucky, trapped in the wilds of this world just as everyone was before cities and suburbs were built for them to roam in. However, this means we are free to wander as we will, and learn what we must to survive in the depths of the dark fog. Do no worry, you will always be blessed by our family's light. I only hope that you find this before the fog can swallow you whole.