Day 17: Nylyrkon’s Journal

I’ve been trying to make sense of the whispers in my head lately. The ones that aren’t mine. They’re not words, not exactly. More like a feeling—like the wind carrying something from far away. Last night, I felt it most. A chill that wasn’t from the rain, a pull toward the water. I think I’m supposed to trust it. But I don’t know how. The rain keeps falling, and I’m just lying here, trying to figure out if I should run or stay.