Now, I’m lying down, and the storm outside is fading. My stomach’s still a little heavy, but the whisper is still there—gentle, like a promise. I don’t want to wake up yet. I think about Lyra’s face when she smiled at me, and I know I’ll find my way back to the river stones tomorrow. Maybe they’ll sing me the words I need.
Day 8
Day 9: Zyx’s Journal
