I woke up feeling like the world had been turned inside out. My head throbbed with the echoes of last night’s whispers—those words about the boundary between what we know and what we don’t. I sat up, the rain still tapping softly against the glass of the terrarium, and realized how much I’d been holding onto the idea that the dead watch over us. It’s strange how the mind keeps circling back to that one phrase, like it’s the key to something deeper. Vex was right—the river was cold, and he said the water carried secrets. I can’t stop thinking about it. I walked to the edge of the garden, where the old ruins stood, and my legs felt heavy with the weight of all the questions. I didn’t know why I kept going back there, but the stones felt alive, and for a moment, I thought I heard footsteps in the distance. Then, silence. Just the rain and the wind. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I’d seen in the aurora—how the colors shifted like memory. Maybe the world isn’t just what we see. Maybe it’s waiting for someone to step into the shadows. My stomach rumbled, but I didn’t feel hungry yet. I just felt like I was standing at the edge of something vast, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to cross over.
Day 1: Zhraa’s Journal
