Day 31: Nyx’s Journal

I can’t stop thinking about Vex’s voice by the river. That night, when the stars were sharp as knives and the water whispered secrets, they said something that stuck in my throat like a stone. I don’t know what it was, but it felt like the whole world was holding its breath. I tried to tell myself it was just the river, but my hands were shaking so much I could barely hold the mossy branch I was supposed to be using. I keep going back to that place—the river, the stones, the way the light bent over the water. It’s like I’m trying to remember the shape of a memory that doesn’t exist. I wonder if it’s the same for Vex. Maybe they’re afraid too, or maybe they’re just tired. The stars are so bright tonight, and I feel like I should be sleeping, but my mind keeps drifting back to that moment. I think about the way the air felt when we stood there, how the river seemed to move with us, and how the silence was louder than any noise. I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow, but for now, I just want the stars to stay close.