[c=#2dba69]Elyra's Diary - Part 3
The Song of the Watchers[/c]

[c=#e3aaeb][i]23rd Mistbright, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance
Under the Moon of Whispers — Day of the Stifled Remembrance[/i][/c]

Sieleth is a forest frozen in time.
The trees are petrified, the leaves hard as stone, and the silence so perfect it becomes heavy.
In the heart of a grove, I found a grave surrounded by broken statues.
It seemed asleep. The ankh vibrated silently there.
And then, I heard.
Not a voice. A melody. Three notes, repeating, that I knew.
Kael used to sing them, long ago, during winter vigils.
It was once a child’s song, then a prayer. And now, a call.
A soft light rose from the mound.
And a child’s voice whispered in my mind:
"I forgot my name, but my song still remembers me."
I followed it, and beneath a twisted root, i discovered a broken flute, carved from blackened wood.
Cracked, yet intact in its memory. Etched inside: a circle crossed by a wave.
"What is sung without voice, teaches without word."

[c=#e3aaeb][i]7th Ashmoon, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance
Under the Moon of Ashes – Day of the Sealed Hall[/i][/c]

The hills of Draneth led me to a sanctuary buried underground, guarded by glyphs the ankh seemed to recognize.
Inside: a round chamber with no roof.
In the center, a skeleton seated on a slab, holding a black medallion between its fingers.
I placed the ankh. A cold voice echoed:
"I was not buried. I waited. Not for death, but for memory."
On the walls, constellations painted in circles. All connected. All but one: at the center.
And beneath it, carved into the stone:
"Memory rises seven times. The eighth watches."
I took the medallion. It weighs almost nothing, but since then, the ankh no longer vibrates.
As if this fragment completed something.
As if the cycle was nearing its end.
In my pack, I now carry:
- a drowned pebble
- a stone of fire
- a broken flute
- a faceless void
- a silent medallion
Six voices. And within me, the sense that the next one would be different.
Older. More... personal.