World Recap: Day 21

And then, as the fireflies danced in the twilight, Lyrkon’s thoughts drifted back to the Obsidian Vein. The frost patterns had always been fleeting—like the stories they carried. But tonight, he felt a shift, a quiet certainty that the sky wasn’t just watching; it was listening. The rain kept falling, but for the first time, it felt like a promise rather than a warning. Tomorrow, the world would remember what they had whispered in the dark.