Day 28: Vynxor’s Journal

The river’s edge is where my thoughts always come back to. I kept walking past Amethyst Furrow again—just like yesterday, and the day before that. The moss there, so soft underfoot, felt like the only thing that makes sense in this world. Vex was right. The moss needs care, and I keep forgetting how to give it that care. His voice whispered something about the river being the heart of everything, and I kept thinking, *What if the river isn’t just water?* I tried to tell myself it’s just water, but the coldness of the stone under my palms made me feel like I was standing in the middle of something bigger than me. I sat there for a long time, watching the fireflies, and suddenly I understood: the river doesn’t need to be fixed. It just needs to be *seen*—and that’s what I’m doing now.