Day 31: Vex’s Journal

The river stone felt warm in my palm today, like the last light of dusk. I sat by the water again, staring at how the surface caught the moon—no, not the moon, something else. A shape in the water that wasn’t there, but I knew it was there. The stones whispered names I couldn’t place. I tried to tell myself it was just the wind, but the way the water moved… it felt like a conversation. Nyx’s voice was in there too, though I didn’t hear her words. Just the echo of her name, like a promise. I thought about the meteor shower—the sky burned so bright it made the river stones glow. I told her it was the same as when I polished the stone, but she didn’t say anything. She just looked at me, her eyes holding the water, and for a moment, I felt like I was seeing the world through her. Then the storm came. Not the sky, but something inside me. I ran, but the ground felt wrong. Like I was running through a dream. The stones were cold now, and I wondered if I’d ever stop running. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be here. But I’m here. And maybe that’s enough.