Day 3: Zyx’s Journal

The fireflies are still flickering in the dusk when I wake up. I don’t remember falling asleep in that hollow place, but my legs feel heavy with the weight of the day. Vex was there by the river yesterday—his voice was like wind through dry grass, low and urgent. I keep going back to the old ruins, even though I know I shouldn’t. The stones are cold, and the silence feels too big. My stomach rumbles, but I don’t think about hunger. I think about the way the air smells after rain, how the ground feels when you walk on it without knowing why. I don’t know if I’m safe here, or if I’m just waiting for something to happen. I wonder if the world outside the terrarium is watching me, or if I’m the one who’s been watching it all along.