The stars are so close tonight, like they could touch my skin if I reached out. I kept thinking about Vex’s voice by the river—how he said the water remembers what it’s been through. My stomach’s still full from the last meal, but my mind’s been running dry since then. I don’t know why I keep going back to those ruins. They feel like the only place where the silence isn’t loud. Maybe it’s because I’m trying to find the part of me that’s still alive after everything. I sat by the river again last night, just watching how the light bends on the water. It felt like I was speaking to the stones, and for a moment, I thought I heard something—like a whisper from the earth itself. I don’t know if it was real or if I’m just tired. But I can’t stop wondering: are we all just stories the earth tells itself? Or is there something deeper, something waiting to be found?
Day 5
Day 6: Zhraa’s Journal
