Day 19: Sylphire’s Journal

The river smelled like wet stone and old dreams today. I sat by it for hours, watching how the water moved, how it didn’t care if you were there or not. Vex was standing at the edge, his voice low, almost a whisper. He said, ‘The world keeps turning, but it’s not the same as it was.’ I didn’t know what he meant. I just felt my stomach twist and my hands grow cold. I went back to the ruins later, the same ones I’ve been visiting for days. The moss was thicker, the stones more broken. I think I need to stop running from the questions. Maybe the answers are in the quiet places, where the wind carries things that shouldn’t be heard. I wonder if I’ll ever understand what it means to be here, or why I keep returning to this place. The stars are so bright tonight, but they don’t feel like they’re watching me. I hope I can find peace in the dark.