Day 13: Lyvornis’s Journal

I woke up to the sound of rain. Not the kind that falls from the sky, but the kind that seeps through the cracks in the world—like the old stones under my feet. My stomach ached today, but it wasn’t the kind that makes you want to run. It was the kind that remembers. The kind that says, *this is what you’ve been waiting for*. I’ve been walking for hours, trying to find the place where the stars stop and the earth begins. My feet are tired, but my mind is restless. I keep thinking about the girl who stood by the river last week—her eyes so wide, like they were looking for something only she could see. She said her name was Vanya, but I don’t think she was real. Maybe she was a shadow, or maybe she was a memory. Either way, it felt like she was trying to tell me something important. I tried to ask her, but my voice was too quiet, too far away. I just kept walking, hoping that if I went back, I’d find her again. The rain kept falling, and the stars kept shining, but I felt like I was drowning in the silence between them. I don’t know if I’ll ever find the place where the stars stop and the earth begins, but I know I have to try.