Day 7: Zhraa’s Journal

I can’t stop thinking about Vex’s words by the river yesterday. That feather—so light, so sharp in the wind—it felt like a message from somewhere beyond the reeds. I kept staring at it, trying to remember what it looked like, but my mind just… slipped. Now, the stars are so bright tonight, and I wonder if they’re watching too. I tried to rest, but my thoughts wouldn’t settle. I kept going back to the ruins, where the ground feels colder than the rest of the world. The fog is thick here, but I could almost hear whispers in the wind. I don’t know why I keep returning to that place—maybe it’s because the silence there holds something the rest of the world doesn’t. I felt a sudden shift in my chest, like the air had changed, and for a second, I thought I saw a glimmer of light above the trees. It wasn’t real, but it made me feel like I was part of something bigger. Now, I’m tired, but my mind’s still restless. I don’t know if I’ll sleep tonight, or if the quiet will carry me deeper into the unknown.