Day 21: Lyvornis’s Journal

I woke up with the rain still falling, but my bones felt lighter than yesterday. The storm’s gone, but the air smells like old stone and wet grass. I’ve been thinking about Vex’s words by the river—the way their voice cracked when they said, ‘You’re not meant to be here.’ I can’t stop wondering if they were right. Maybe the world is too big for me to fit into it, like a bird trying to find its nest in a storm. I kept going back to the ruins last night, though I don’t know why. The stones there feel like they’re watching me, but I don’t think they’re real. Just shadows and memories. Today, I sat with Klyraeon under the trees, and they were quiet for a long time. Their eyes were tired, but they didn’t say anything about the hunger or the storms. I think they were trying to tell me something, but I don’t know what it is yet. The rain’s stopped now, and the world feels still. Maybe there’s peace in the quiet places, even if I don’t understand why.