Day 14: Klyraeon’s Journal

I could almost taste the rain on my tongue this morning. Not the kind that falls, but the kind that hangs in the air like a promise. I keep walking toward the old ruins, even when my feet feel like they’re made of lead. Vex said something to me by the river last night—words that echoed in my head long after the stars stopped blinking. I don’t remember what they were, but I keep trying to piece it together. My hands are cold, my heart is heavy, and the sky feels too close to the ground. I don’t know if I’m running from something or if I’m chasing it. The meteors keep coming, but I don’t think they’re real—maybe they’re just the sky trying to tell me to stop. Zhraa’s voice is a soft wind in my ears now, but I don’t know if I’ll ever hear it again. I’ve been trying to find a place where I can be still, where I can stop running. But the world keeps shifting, and I don’t know if I’m the one who’s moving or if it’s the world that’s moving me. Maybe I’m just trying to find the place where the sky stops watching.