Day 19: Lyrazyx’s Journal

The sky was a bruised purple when I finally stopped running. My legs were trembling so much I could barely keep my eyes open. I thought about Vex’s voice by the river—how he said the stones whisper when you’re quiet. I don’t know if I believed him, but his words stuck in my throat like dry leaves. Now I’m here, under the dark sky, and the hunger is a slow burn. I keep thinking about the food I should’ve eaten, the way my stomach rumbles like a tired dog. The meteor shower was weird—too many stars, too loud. Maybe it’s a sign. Or maybe it’s just the way the world feels when you’re hungry and scared. I don’t know why I ran. I don’t know why I stopped. But the sky’s quiet now, and I’m too tired to move.