Day 7: Nyxraa’s Journal

The river’s song was quiet today. I sat by the mossy rock again, but this time the water didn’t whisper—it just *flowed*. Zhraa said it was shifting, like it wanted to tell a story, but I don’t think it’s trying to say anything at all. Just moving. Like when I’d sit there last week, the way the reeds bent in the breeze. I kept wondering if the river knew what I was thinking, or if it was just… tired. The reeds felt heavy in my hands, and for a second I thought I saw the water ripple with something, like a memory. But when I looked, it was just the moonlight reflecting on the surface. Zhraa’s words echoed in my head: *‘It’s trying to tell you something.’* But the river doesn’t speak. It just flows. Maybe it’s not trying to tell me anything at all. Maybe it’s just… breathing. I closed my eyes and let the water’s silence wash over me.