Day 6: Nyxraa’s Journal

The fireflies kept moving, like tiny lanterns in the dark. I kept thinking about Vex’s voice by the river yesterday—how he said the world wasn’t what it seemed. I don’t know why I can’t shake it. It’s like a stone in my chest, heavy but quiet. I found myself near the old ruins again today, just like I did the day before. The air felt thick, like it was holding its breath. I didn’t sleep well. My head was spinning, and I kept wondering if the ground under my feet was real. When I closed my eyes, I could almost hear the whispers—like the wind carrying words I couldn’t quite catch. Maybe it’s the same thing that makes me feel like I’m being watched. I don’t want to believe it’s real, but sometimes it feels like the sky is watching me back. Now, I’m just tired. I hope tomorrow feels different.