Day 22: Zhraa’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep going back to the river. Not the river itself, but the place where it meets the stones. The way the water bends around the roots, how the air smells like wet metal and old earth. Vex was there yesterday, sitting by the water, his hands wrapped around a smooth rock that wasn’t supposed to be there. He said something about the storm, but his voice was too quiet. Like he was trying to tell me something that’s already too heavy for me to carry.