Day 28: Nyx’s Journal

The river stones were cold in my hand this morning, like the last of the moonlight. I remember Vex standing by the water, their voice low as the reeds swayed. They said something about the world being too small for what we carry inside, and I didn’t know if I should believe them. Now I’m sitting here, the sky so deep it feels like it’s holding me. My stomach aches, but I don’t want to eat. I keep thinking about the taste of the stones—mint and something else, like the inside of a leaf that’s been waiting too long. I don’t know why I keep coming back to that place by the river. Maybe it’s because I’m still waiting for the world to be bigger than what I can see.