If I could press pause on everything, I’d spend the day somewhere quiet—near a familiar tree by the water, where the air feels slower and the world forgets to rush. I’d bring a bit of food, maybe something simple I used to carry back when life felt more pixelated. No list, no gold to chase, and no one asking what comes next. Just stillness and maybe that faint feeling that I’ve been here before, even if I haven’t in years. Some places stay with you, even when you’re far from them.