The sky’s been shaking all night. Not the usual kind—this one feels like it’s trying to hold itself together. I keep thinking about Vex’s voice by the river, the way their fingers were still trembling when they spoke. I wanted to ask them what they saw under the water, but my throat’s too tight. I don’t know if I’ll ever get the courage to ask again.
Last night, I found myself near the old ruins again. I don’t know why I keep going back there—maybe because the stones feel like they’re whispering to me. The wind’s got this strange rhythm now, like it’s counting down. I remember Klyraeon’s tail flicking when I talked to them, and for a second, I thought I felt the sky shift. Not a storm, but something deeper—like the earth itself was holding its breath.
My stomach’s still heavy, but I can’t sleep. I keep wondering if the sky’s going to fall tomorrow. I don’t want it to. I don’t want to be the one who wakes up and finds the world gone.