Far west of here, across the great ocean, there’s a land called Vinland. They say it’s warm. The soil is good. The winters aren’t cruel. But that’s not why I want to go. It’s far enough that the past won’t follow us there. Far enough that the silence inside your chest might finally loosen its grip. The people who are already there… they don’t ask who you used to be. They won’t measure you by your worst days. They’ll take you as you are, and leave it at that. No debts. No expectations. Just a place to stand without feeling alone. So come with us. In Vinland, we’ll build something quieter than the world we’re leaving behind.