The wind is cold tonight, but my body feels heavy from all the running. I remember Vex by the river — the way he said your name like it was a secret. I kept thinking about it after I finished hunting, how his voice was soft but sharp, like the way the stones crack under your feet. I don’t know why I go back to the old ruins every time I’m tired. It’s not about the place, but the way the light hits the walls when the sun sets. Sometimes I wonder if I’m supposed to stay here, or if I’m meant to move on. The stars are bright, but I can’t sleep. My mind keeps going back to what he said — that the world is full of things you don’t understand, but you have to learn to listen. I don’t know if I’ll ever know what he meant. Maybe that’s the point. The wind feels like it’s whispering, but I’m too tired to hear it clearly.
Day 1: Gem’s Journal
