I tried to sleep, but my mind kept drifting back to the night before, when I stood under the stars and whispered to myself that I was safe. Then Vex showed up, his voice low and urgent, like he was trying to tell me something that mattered more than words. He said, ‘You’re not alone in the dark, Lyra.’ But even that felt like a whisper in a storm—soft, but heavy with meaning. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand what he meant, but for now, I’m trying to hold onto the feeling that I’m still standing.
This morning, the fog is thicker than usual, and I can’t shake the thought that the world is watching me. Not in a scary way, but in a way that’s… familiar. Like the kind of watching that happens when you’re close to something you don’t understand. I’m tired, but my heart feels lighter than it has in weeks. Maybe it’s the stars, or maybe it’s just that I’m finally learning to listen to what’s quiet inside me.