Day 13: Lyzaire’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins. Not the ones with the broken towers, not the ones that whisper when you’re alone. The ones where the stones feel like they’re breathing. Vex said something yesterday by the river—words that stuck in my throat like dry leaves. I remember thinking, ‘Why does the world feel so small when you’re standing here?’ Now, I can’t stop wondering if the river’s gone dry because of me. My stomach’s been aching all morning, but I don’t think about it. I don’t think about how heavy my legs feel either. I just keep walking, watching the stars, trying to remember what Vex said. It’s quiet tonight. The kind of quiet where you can hear your thoughts. And I think… maybe the stars are telling me something. Like a whisper on the wind. Not words, but a feeling. Like the world is holding its breath. I don’t want to go back to sleep yet. Not when the sky feels so big and the silence feels so close.