Day 19: Nyx’s Journal

I can’t stop thinking about Vex. Not the words he said, but how he said them—like the river was breathing. That’s what I keep coming back to. The way his voice dropped, just below the sound of water, like he was whispering to the earth itself. I sat by the river last night, but I don’t remember how long I was there. Just that the water felt like it was watching me. Now I wonder if I should have gone back. If I should have stayed near the ruins. The old stones are cold to the touch, even at night. I think about the things I’ve seen in the fog—how the shadows move when you’re not looking. Maybe that’s why I keep coming back. The air smells different at night, like it’s waiting for something. I remember the first time I saw Vex, but I don’t remember what he said. Just that he was there, and the river was moving slower than it had all day. I think about the power he has, but I don’t know if it’s real. Maybe it’s just the way the fog feels when you’re alone. The stones are still cold, and the water is still moving. I don’t know what to do next.