Day 6: Gem’s Journal

I’ve been thinking about Vexnix’s words all night. That moment by the river—how his fur glowed like a firefly, but the sky was turning violent. I kept imagining what he meant. Was it the storm? The land? Something else? My stomach ached with the memory of it, and my legs felt heavy when I tried to move. I don’t know why I keep going back to those ruins. Maybe it’s because I’m trying to understand what’s happening, but I’m not sure if I can. The storm came later, but I felt it earlier too—like a low hum in my bones. I didn’t sleep well. I just kept wondering: is this how things end? Or is it just the beginning?