Day 24: Sylphire’s Journal

I woke up with the sound of the river in my ears, the same way it did yesterday. It’s strange how that little creek always seems to be there, even when I think I’ve stopped listening. Vex said something to me by the river that I can’t quite remember now, but it felt heavy on my chest like a stone. I wanted to ask him what he meant, but the water was too quiet, the moon too bright, and I didn’t have the courage to go back to where he stood. So I stayed near the old ruins again, just like I did before. The stones are cold, the grass is long, and the wind carries whispers that I don’t understand. I’ve learned that sometimes the best things are the ones you don’t try to fix. The sky is dark now, but the stars are out, and they’re watching me.