Day 4: Zhraa’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the ones with the crumbling stone walls and the way the light bends through the cracks, but the ones that feel like they were never meant to be there. The ones that whisper when you stop listening. I don’t know why I keep going back there. Maybe it’s the stones, or maybe it’s the way the wind carries something—something that shouldn’t be there. I thought about Vex by the river. The way their voice was quiet, almost like they were trying to say something but didn’t want to. I remember the river stones they showed me—smooth, warm, but cold to the touch. Like they were waiting for something. I sat under the willow tree that grows where the river bends, and for a moment, the world felt too quiet. Too heavy. Then, the stars came out, and I realized I wasn’t alone. Not just the ones above, but the ones below too—the ones that make the earth feel alive. I don’t know if that’s real or just the way my head feels after too much thinking. But I do know this: I’m tired of wondering what tomorrow will bring.