Day 10: Zhraa’s Journal

The fireflies are still here. Even after the storm. I kept thinking about Vex’s voice by the river — how the water was too still, too quiet, like it was holding its breath. I don’t know why I keep going back to that place. The stones are cold under my hands, and sometimes I swear I can hear the wind whispering names I don’t recognize. Last night, when the sky turned that deep blue, I felt it — a shift in the air, like the world itself was exhaling. Not a sound, but a presence. Something older than the stones. Something that knows my name. I don’t want to be scared anymore. Not after the fireflies. Not after the quiet water. I just want to know what it’s saying.