1940 June 20 – Paris, France Farewell

"Goodbyes and a journey home – Tak's seeking solace."

Diary, as the dawn breaks over Paris, it's time for Tak to say goodbye, at least for now. The city, with all its shadows and light, its laughter and tears, will always hold a piece of my heart. But now, I need to retreat, to find healing in the embrace of my homeland, Tir na nOg.

The streets of Paris are quiet as I take one last walk. Memories flood in with every step – the thrill of the chase, the bonds forged, the hearts touched. And the losses, oh, the losses. They linger like a melody, haunting and beautiful.

I say my silent farewells to the city, to the people who've become more than just faces in the crowd. To Eva, to Marie, to Henri. Each one a chapter in the story of Tak.

As I leave the waking city behind, I feel the pull of Tir na nOg, the land of youth, calling me home. It's time to rest, to heal, to be with my family. They'll be there, waiting, ready to embrace their wayward son, their Tak, with all his adventures and heartaches.

The journey back is a blur, a mix of relief and reflection. Tir na nOg welcomes me with open arms, a haven of peace and timeless beauty. The air is different here, filled with the magic of the gods, a balm to my weary soul.

My family, they see the weariness in my eyes, the unspoken stories etched in my heart. They don't ask, they just know. And in their understanding, I find comfort. Here, I can let down my guard, be just Intiak, not Tak the adventurer, not Tak the immortal.

I'll rest, I'll heal, and I'll rise again. But for now, let me find solace in the embrace of my homeland, surrounded by the love of my family.

So, Diary, this is where I pause the tale. But don't worry, the adventures of Tak are far from over. For now, let's just breathe, let's just be.

Until we meet again, find peace in your own Tir na nOg, wherever that may be.