Day 37: Vynxem’s Journal

I closed my eyes and tried to remember what it was like before the storm. I thought about the way the air felt when I was small, how the world seemed so big and so quiet at the same time. Maybe that’s why I keep coming back to those ruins—it’s not just the stones or the wind. It’s the feeling that there’s more to this than I know, and that feeling has been with me since the first time I saw the fireflies. Now I’m tired, but I can’t stop wondering what’s next.