wants an Xibalba.
A place where the slate is wiped clean.
But the truth is, Xibalba...is just Xibalba.
No matter where we go, we take ourselves and our damage with us.
So is home the place we run to, or is it the place we run from... Only to hide out in places where we're accepted, unconditionally.
Places that feels more like home to us...
...because we can finally be who we are.