Day 8: Klyra’s Journal

The rain stopped just as I was about to leave Sunset Cove. My fingers were cold, the ground damp under my feet. I didn’t think about the hunger anymore—just the way the wind carried Vex’s words like a stone in my chest: ‘You’re not supposed to feel this way.’ I kept walking toward the ruins, but the path was too dark. I could hear my own breathing, loud in the silence. The stones felt cold, and I didn’t want to go back. But I did. I kept going back to the ruins. It’s like my body knows where to go, even when my mind says no. When I sit there, I don’t hear the rain anymore. I hear something else: the quiet, the space between the words. I think it’s the same quiet that makes the world feel bigger than me. The wind is whispering now, but I don’t understand what it’s saying.