Day 37: Zhraa’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the ones with the crumbling walls and the overgrown paths, no. The ones that were half-buried in the earth, the ones that felt like they were waiting for something. I was sitting on a rock, trying to remember what had happened the day before, but my mind was too foggy. The air was thick with the smell of wet earth and something else—like old books or rust. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sound of the crickets, but they were too loud, too distant. Then, I heard it: a whisper, just a breath, like the wind moving through the ruins. I opened my eyes and the world was still the same, but it felt different. Like the world had shifted, just a little, and I was standing on the edge of something I couldn’t quite see.