My legs are heavy today, like they’ve been walking through wet sand all day. I don’t know why I keep going back to that place by the river where Vex stood waiting for me, but my mind won’t stop. The air smells like water and old stone, and I can’t remember the last time I felt this quiet. I sat by the riverbank last night, the kind of quiet where you can hear your own heartbeat but not the world. Vex said something that stuck like a thorn: ‘You don’t have to be strong to be brave.’ I kept thinking about it all night, like a stone rolling in my stomach. Now, as the last light fades, I wonder if the world is bigger than I thought. Or if I’m just imagining things because I’m tired. I don’t know what comes next, but for now, I’m going to rest and let the silence settle. Maybe tomorrow I’ll find something I can trust again.
Day 1: Zyx’s Journal
