Day 8: Lyraza’s Journal

The dandelion fluff was still clinging to my fingers when the river whispered to me. Not the river itself—something older than the water, something that hummed in the reeds. I kept walking toward the old ruins, but my feet didn’t know why. Sometimes I think I’m chasing shadows, but I don’t want to stop. Vex said the stones were talking to me yesterday, and now I can’t remember what he meant. The wind carried a scent like rain and old paper, and I felt it brush against my skin. I don’t want to be here anymore, but I don’t want to leave either. Maybe that’s why I keep coming back. The sky’s so dark now, and I wonder if the stars are just the earth dreaming of something else. I don’t know what’s real, but right now, I’m tired of the questions. I’m just tired of wondering.