Day 27: Vynxor’s Journal

The rain keeps falling tonight, soft as a whisper against the glass. I don’t know why I keep going back to that spot by the river—where Vex stood waiting for me. His voice was so quiet, like the wind through the reeds. I tried to tell myself it was just the storm, but his words lingered: “You’re stronger than you think, but only if you let yourself remember what you’ve survived.” My stomach aches, but not from hunger—I feel it more like a pull, a reminder that I’ve been running for too long. I dreamt of the ruins again. The stones are cold, and the air smells of wet earth and something older. When I woke up, the rain had stopped, but the silence felt heavier than before. I don’t know if I’m safe here or if I’m just waiting for the next storm to come.