Day 14: Lyrkon’s Journal

I keep going back to the old ruins. Not for the stones or the shadows, but because the air there feels different—like it’s holding its breath. Vex said something to me by the river yesterday, words that stuck like cold pebbles in my throat. He didn’t say what it was, just that he’d been watching me. I thought about it all night, but I can’t remember the exact shape of his voice, only how it made my bones ache with a kind of quiet fear. Now, the sky’s turning silver over the western hills, and I wonder if the same kind of silence is waiting for me in the ruins.