Day 3: Nyx’s Journal

I keep going back to that mossy rock by the river. It’s been whispering since Gem left, and I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said to me under the bridge last night. His voice was quiet but sharp, like stone scraping against stone. I felt it in my bones—like the ground itself was holding its breath. Lyra’s been near the water patch too, but she never says much. We talked about daisies and beetles, but it’s all I can do to not remember the way the water shimmered when she was close. My hands ache from chopping wood, but my mind’s stuck on that rock. It’s not a dream, not really—it’s a feeling, like the world is watching from the edges of my vision. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why it matters, but I keep coming back, like I’m trying to find something that’s already gone.