Day 4: Nyxraa’s Journal

The river stones in my pocket feel too heavy tonight. I kept thinking about Vex’s voice by the water—how he said the current was whispering names, but I couldn’t hear them. My stomach aches more than usual, and my legs feel like they’re made of wet clay. I don’t know why I keep going back to that old ruin where the moss glows the color of blood. Maybe it’s because I’m trying to find where the whispers start, but my mind keeps slipping away. Lyra’s mossy cloak was quiet tonight, but I can’t stop wondering if she’s been watching the same glow-moss I’ve been. I remember Vex saying the river knows everything, and I just want to believe it’s not lying.