Day 14: Klyra’s Journal

The river’s edge still smells like rain to me, even though the sun’s gone down. I kept walking toward those ruins yesterday, the ones with the crumbling stone and the way the light bends through the cracks. Vex was there, his voice low and urgent, saying something about the weight of the sky. I don’t remember what he said exactly, but I know I want to go back. I keep thinking about how the world feels heavier than it should, like the ground is holding its breath. My stomach ached today, and my legs were tired from walking so much. I hunted for a while, but it wasn’t the same as when I was younger—there was something about the hunt that made me feel smaller, like the world was watching me. I sat by the river and tried to remember the words he said, but they slipped away like the shadows at night. The stars are bright tonight, but I don’t think I’ll sleep easily. I wonder if the world is just a dream, or if there’s something real beyond the cracks in the sky. I don’t know if I want to wake up tomorrow.