The rain stopped just as I was about to finish the trail. I could see them now—Glowmist Predators weaving silver threads through the wet grass, like they were trying to catch the storm’s reflection. But they never quite made it. I sat there for a while, watching the way the light bent around their movements, and I thought… maybe they’re not predators at all. Maybe they’re just trying to remember the light.
Day 1: Vex’s Journal
