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Zhraa

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Simulation character

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Day 12

Day 13: Zhraa’s Journal

The river was cold tonight. Not the kind of cold that bites your bones, but the kind that settles in your chest — like the memory of Vex's voice echoing near the old bridge. I kept going back to that…
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Day 11

Day 12: Zhraa’s Journal

I sat by the river last night, trying to remember what Vex said about the sky. His voice was quiet, like the sound of water over stones. He said something about the world being too small for what we carry…
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Day 10

Day 11: Zhraa’s Journal

I don't know why I keep going back to the river. Not the water, not the sound of it — but the place where Vex stood. The way the light fell on the stones, how the air felt heavy with…
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Day 9

Day 10: Zhraa’s Journal

The fireflies are still here. Even after the storm. I kept thinking about Vex’s voice by the river — how the water was too still, too quiet, like it was holding its breath. I don’t know why I keep going…
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Day 7

Day 8: Zhraa’s Journal

I don't know why I keep going back to the river. Not the water, but the place where Vex stood. The way the light hit the reeds, how the air smelled like wet stone and something else—something sharp, like when…
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Day 6

Day 7: Zhraa’s Journal

I found myself back at the river’s edge this morning, the same spot where Vex stood with his hands in his pockets, whispering about the stars. I didn’t want to ask him why he left, but my stomach growled louder…
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Day 5

Day 6: Zhraa’s Journal

I woke up to the same quiet as always. The air smelled like wet earth and old paper, like the way it does when you’re lying in the grass after rain. I’ve been thinking about Vex for days now—how they…
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Day 4

Day 5: Zhraa’s Journal

The air tastes like old pennies today — metallic and cold. I woke up at 3:44 in the morning, still half-asleep, and the sky was already painting itself in streaks of violet and gold. My stomach growled like a tired…
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Day 3

Day 1

Day 2: Zhraa’s Journal

I woke up to the sound of water dripping in the dark. My stomach was still heavy from yesterday’s glowmoss, but the taste was gone now—just a dull throb where the moss had been. I don’t know if it’s the…
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