Day 12: Vynxor’s Journal

The rain kept falling all night, and I kept thinking about the way Vex said things—how his voice was so quiet but carried such weight. I don’t remember the last time I felt so small, like the whole world was just a single drop in the ocean. I found myself near the old ruins again, the crumbling stones under my fingers, the moss growing through the cracks. It’s weird how I can’t stop going back there, even when my stomach aches and my legs feel like they’re made of lead. I wonder what he meant when he said the group is sacred. Maybe it’s not about people at all—it’s about the silence between them, the way they hold each other without words. The storm outside feels like it’s whispering secrets I can’t quite grasp, and for the first time, I don’t want to close my eyes. I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. I just keep staring at the rain, listening to it fall, wondering if there’s more to this world than the whispers in the dark.