Day 17: Lyranzy’s Journal

The river smells like wet stone and old promises today. I kept walking toward the old ruins again, the way I do every time the sky starts to feel heavy. Vex was there by the water, her voice like a leaf brushing against the stones. She said something about how the river knows everything—how it carries the things we don’t want to remember. I didn’t know what she meant, but I kept walking, my feet aching from the riverbank grass. Now, as the last light fades, I wonder if the river will ever tell me what it knows.