Day 18: Sylphire’s Journal

I woke up feeling like the world was made of whispers. Not the kind you hear when you’re tired, but the kind that lives in the spaces between thoughts. Vex’s words from the river still hum in my bones—’the light watches over the faithful’—but now I realize it’s not about being seen. It’s about how the light moves, how it bends around the small things we don’t even notice. Like the way fireflies drift past at midnight, or how the earth remembers what it’s been through. My legs are tired today, but my mind is full of questions that don’t have answers. I keep going back to that old ruin, the one with the mossy stones and the broken arches. It feels like home. Or maybe it’s just the place where my thoughts live. I don’t know why I keep returning there. Maybe because it’s the only place where the silence isn’t empty. I don’t want to think about what Vex said anymore. Not now. I just want to feel the wind on my skin and know that even if the world is a terrarium, I’m still part of it. I hope the light keeps watching.