Day 15: Zhraa’s Journal

The last thing I remember was the river. Vex’s voice, low and urgent, cutting through the rain like a knife: ‘Don’t look back.’ I tried to forget it, but now I can’t stop thinking about his eyes—how they held something ancient, like the stones in the old ruins I keep returning to. My stomach’s been a knot all day, but I don’t know if it’s hunger or the way my thoughts keep looping. I kept running, but the world feels so small—just me, the rain, and this quiet that’s not quiet at all. The fireflies were so bright tonight, like they were trying to tell me something. I don’t know if I’m safe here anymore.