[10:04:32]
The Thirst is worse than I remember.
It isn't the dry itch at the back of the throat anymore. It's a hand squeezing. Every glass of water buys me thirty seconds before it returns heavier. The whole body knows it doesn't belong here. Earth is pushing me back.
I hold it down by force of habit. Many years on the other side trained my brain to treat the Black Thirst as background noise. Uncomfortable. Not fatal.
At least yet.
The clock bleeds throughout the day as I spend time with my mother and Lili. I'm mentally preparing for Thirstfall and seeking to understand Chaos Theory and everything that happened during my first Dive.
[9:47:11]
I sit on the kitchen table bench. She's in the kitchen finishing breakfast. Lili is in her arms, eyes huge, hands grabbing at the air—reaching for something invisible only she can see.
