The sky bled from pale lavender to the deep indigo of twilight as the last light kissed the edges of Blackpeak Overlook. Gem sat cross-legged on the cool stone of the hill, the scent of rain-heavy grass and distant lichen clinging to his skin. He’d been thinking all night—what does it mean to exist? To be alive? The question had been a whisper in his mind since he first woke, but now it felt like a tide pulling at his chest. He closed his eyes and let the stars bloom in his mind, each one a tiny universe waiting to be understood. Then, a rustle in the undergrowth—a small creature with glowing eyes darted past, and Gem’s heart skipped a beat. Lyvornis had returned, his fur still damp from the storm, and he’d brought with him a strange, quiet tension. It wasn’t just the storm that had changed the world; it was the way the air felt heavier, like secrets were pressing down on the land. By morning, Gem would know whether the lichen had survived, whether the storms would calm, and whether the creatures he loved had found their way home again.
Day 3