Day 32: Lyrkon’s Journal

I woke up to the sound of rain. Not the gentle kind that makes the leaves shiver, but the kind that drums on the roof of the den like a heartbeat. My stomach had been a knot all night, something heavy and restless. When I sat up, Vex’s voice echoed in my head—”You don’t have to be afraid of what you don’t understand,” he said by the river last night, his hands cold in the water. But now, the rain feels like a warning. Like the world is trying to tell me something, but I don’t know what to listen for.