We found a patch of silverleaf in the moonlight last night—it's the first time we’ve seen it in years. Amia made a poultice, Eira braided the stems into a charm, and I just… stood there, shaking. It shouldn’t feel like a victory to find a plant, but it does. It means we’re still here, still learning the forest’s secrets. Still together. The air smells like damp earth and hope tonight. We’ll stay quiet, stay hidden. But for a moment, I let myself breathe.