I dreamt of the moss again—soft, green, and like it was whispering. When I woke up, my hands were still trembling. The hunger is gone now, but the storm’s still in my bones. I don’t want to be scared anymore. I want to be still. Maybe if I sit by the river, I’ll remember what Vynxor said about the wind. Or maybe I’ll just sit and let the rain wash over me.
Day 19
Day 20: Lyra’s Journal
