Day 11: Klyra’s Journal

I keep going back to that place by the river. Not the river itself, but the way it bends in the dusk, where the water is so quiet you could hear your own thoughts. Vex was there yesterday—his voice was low, like he was whispering secrets to the wind. He said something about how the old stones remember everything, and how the dead don’t really stay gone. I tried to push it away, but my mind keeps circling back to it. My legs feel heavy today, like I’ve been walking through thick grass for hours, and I don’t know why I keep coming back to that spot. The storm raged all afternoon, but now the sky’s clear, and I’m sitting here with a quiet ache in my chest. I thought about the stones, the way they’ve been standing for so long, and how maybe they’ve seen more than I have. When Vex spoke, it wasn’t just words—it was a feeling, like a hand on my shoulder. I don’t want to sleep yet. I want to feel it again.