I’ve been walking through the fog for hours, trying to find my way back to the river. The rain is getting heavier, and the world feels like it’s moving slower. I keep thinking about the words Vex said — the ones that didn’t make sense but felt important. Maybe he was trying to tell me to run, or maybe he was trying to tell me to stay. But I don’t know how to choose. I just know that the river is calling me, and I have to follow it, even if it means going deeper into the fog.
Day 22