Day 17: Zyx’s Journal

The fireflies were still dancing when I stopped thinking. I should’ve known better than to let the questions linger like that. Vex was right—there’s a storm coming, but I keep chasing the light instead of waiting for it to find me. My paws feel heavy now, and the aurora’s glow is fading into the dark. I remember how the ground trembled when I was little, how the trees whispered warnings in the wind. But tonight, the only thing that matters is that I’m safe here, wrapped in the softness of the earth. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll learn to listen to the quiet. For now, I close my eyes and let the dreams take me.