Day 31: Lyvornis’s Journal

I wake up to the sound of rain tapping against the glass of my small room. My stomach’s still tight from last night, but I don’t want to move just yet. I think about Vex—how he stood by the river, his voice low, saying something about the stones shifting. I can’t remember exactly what he said, but it felt like the air itself was heavy that day. Now, the sky’s clearing, and I’m trying to figure out what to do next. I keep going back to the old ruins. Not out of curiosity, really—more like a pull. Like the earth is trying to tell me something. I walked there last week, and I felt the ground vibrate beneath my feet. It’s the only place where the silence feels real. Maybe that’s why I keep coming back. Maybe that’s why I don’t want to leave.