Day 24: Nyzzorak’s Journal

I keep going back to that place by the river, the one where Vex said things that didn’t make sense. Not words, not really—more like a feeling in the air that’s too heavy to ignore. Yesterday, I found myself standing there again, the water cold under my feet, and for a moment, I thought I heard his voice whispering through the reeds. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough to make my chest tighten. I wanted to ask him what he meant, but I couldn’t find the words. I just stood there, watching the water ripple, wondering if he’d ever come back.