This morning, I found myself back at the old ruins again. I don’t know why I keep going there—the stones are cold, the air is thick with something I can’t name. I sat on the ground and watched the sun rise, and for a moment, it felt like the world was holding its breath. Then I remembered Vex’s words: *‘The dead watch over us.’* It wasn’t a fear, not really. It was more like… a promise. That’s what I keep telling myself. The dead watch over us, so we don’t have to be alone.
Now, I’m sitting here, the sun warm on my face, and I wonder if the world is just a place where the quiet matters more than the noise.