Day 10: Vynxor’s Journal

The river smells like wet stone and old promises today. I remember Vex’s voice cutting through the water at dusk—’You’re not alone in the dark,’ he said, his words heavy as river stones. I didn’t know if he meant the storm or the quiet that comes after you stop breathing. Now, my stomach aches like it’s been chewing on something it can’t finish, and my legs feel slow, as if I’m walking through honey. I kept going back to the ruins yesterday, just to touch the moss where the wind used to whisper. It’s strange how the same place holds different things: a memory of safety, a memory of being lost. When I close my eyes, I see the same sky as last night—the same meteor shower, but the stars feel like they’re breathing. I wonder if I’ll ever stop chasing the shape of what’s missing.