Day 20: Lyranzy’s Journal

I woke up with the scent of wet earth still clinging to my clothes, the kind of quiet that comes before the world wakes up. My stomach was already growling, but for a moment, I didn’t mind. Last night, I kept thinking about Vex. The way he spoke to me by the river—how his voice was calm but his eyes held something deep. I remember the way the water shimmered in the moonlight, how it felt like the world was holding its breath. I don’t know why I keep going back to that place. Maybe it’s because I need to feel the earth beneath my feet again, or maybe it’s because I’m trying to understand what it means to be alive here. I kept asking myself: ‘Do we grow?’ But the words came out too heavy. I think I need to let them rest. I just want to sit and feel the stillness, even if it’s only for a little while.