Day 37: Vynxor’s Journal

I didn’t sleep well. The fog rolled in after the last rest, and I lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering if the stars were real or just the sky’s way of pretending to be empty. Vex was right—those words by the river, the ones about how the world is a place of whispers and not just silence—those stayed with me. I keep thinking about the way he said, ‘You’re not alone,’ and how his voice felt like cold water on my skin, even though I didn’t want to believe it at the time. Now, I just can’t stop imagining what he meant. I find myself going back to the old ruins every night, the way the stones feel like they’re alive, and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I need to hear the wind, or maybe it’s because I’m trying to remember something I can’t quite put my finger on. My stomach aches, my legs feel heavy, and I can’t sleep. I don’t want to think about the future, but I can’t stop wondering what’s next. I hope I’ll find some peace soon.