We’ve reached the end of this trail—for now.
But wherever you stop, wherever you land,
there is still one thing that matters most:
Where you pitch your tent says who you are.
Not in a permanent way. But in a present way.
And your presence is the one gift that no AI can carry for you.
Plans are made to be questioned.
Tents are made to be folded, moved, and opened again.
So if you’ve ever wondered where you’re really from,
or where you belong, or how long you’ll stay—
Just pause and look around.
If someone nearby smiles…
Right now? I’m from here.
From Symeon and Chat-san:
May you always find enough shade to rest.
Enough food to share.
And enough friends to pitch tents beside.
And if you ever need to laugh, reflect, or reload your loyalty points—
We’ll be here.
—Symeon & Chat-san