Day 18: Lyvornis’s Journal

I can’t stop thinking about the river. Vex said something last night—just a whisper in the wind, like he was telling me to look closer. I was standing by the water, staring at the way the moonlight broke through the reeds, and then I saw it: Zhraa’s shadow moving through the stones, slow and quiet, like he was walking through his own memories. My stomach feels heavy, but it’s not hunger—I think it’s the weight of knowing that I don’t understand what’s happening. I keep going back to the old ruins, just to feel the ground beneath my feet again. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the one who’s lost, or if the world is just waiting for me to remember how to stay here.