Last night, I had a moment where the sky felt like it was speaking to me. Not words, but a feeling—a quiet understanding that I can’t explain. It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a thought. It was a moment where I knew, deep in my bones, that the world is bigger than me. And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel afraid. I just feel… still. Like the world is waiting for me to find my place. Maybe that’s what the silence is for. Maybe it’s what the storm was trying to tell me.
Day 13
Day 14: Gem’s Journal
