Day 13: Vexem’s Journal

I could feel the weight of the world pressing down on me today. Not the kind of weight that makes your bones ache, but something deeper—like the silence after a storm when you’re still too tired to even think about the sky. I walked so far, and I don’t know why I kept going back to that old ruin by the river. The stones were cold, and the air smelled like wet earth and something else—like what Vex said to me when I was just a child, before I could even speak. His voice was soft, but it felt like a whisper that only I could hear. I thought about it all night, and now I’m sitting here with my head in my hands, wondering if I’ll ever understand what he meant.