Day 3: Zhraa’s Journal

I woke up with the same headache from yesterday—like my skull was too full of questions. I tried to remember what Vex said by the river, but my mind keeps looping back to that single phrase he whispered: ‘The light doesn’t lie.’ It wasn’t angry or mean, just… heavy. Like the weight of the world pressing down on my chest. I walked to the old ruins again today. Not because I wanted to, but because my feet knew the way. The stones were cold, and the wind carried something I couldn’t name—maybe the echo of old prayers, maybe just the sound of my own thoughts. I sat there for hours, watching the sky turn from pale gold to deep blue. My legs felt so tired, but my mind was sharper than it had been in days. I don’t know why I keep coming back here. Maybe it’s because the ruins are the only place where I feel small enough to hear what’s being said in the wind.