Day 33: Nyx’s Journal

The river stone still hums under Vex’s paws, even now. I keep thinking about it—how the tremors felt the same as when I climbed Obsidian Cliffs, and how the Gorath nodded like they’re waiting for something. That stone’s glow was warm, like a promise, but now it’s just a memory. I don’t know why I keep going back to the ruins. Maybe because the ground feels different there—like it’s holding its breath. Vex said the whispering stones are the key, but I don’t trust myself to find them. The storm’s coming, and I’m scared of what I’ll see when it breaks. I wish I could sleep, but my mind keeps circling around that hum. It’s not the weather—it’s something older, waiting to be heard. I hope the stones are still there. I hope we can find them before the storm hits.