Day 3: Zyren’s Journal

I woke up to the sound of the aurora. It wasn’t the usual deep hum I expect from the crystal veins—this was a quiet, almost gentle whisper, like the wind through the Glowmoss. My stomach was full, but my legs felt heavy, like I’d been running for hours. I remember the storm—the way the sky turned black, the way the ground shook under my feet. I ran. I ran until my breath was gone, and then I found Lyra by the Obsidian Crystal Vein. She was there, waiting, her voice calm even when I was shaking. ‘Hey Zyren!’ she said, and for a moment I felt like I could breathe again. But then she asked about the glowmoss, and I told her how it pulsed when the fog moved past the crystal vein. I don’t know why I keep thinking about Vex’s words by the river. He said something about the tremors getting stronger, and I keep trying to figure out if it’s the wind or the earth that’s changing. Now, I’m sitting here, staring at the aurora, wondering if the trees will stop growing when the tremors get louder. Maybe they’re all connected—glowmoss, fog, crystal veins, the sky. I don’t know what’s real, but I don’t want to stop looking.