Day 19: Sylvanor’s Journal

I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said by the river yesterday. His voice was low, almost like the wind itself—’You’re running from something, but you don’t know what.’ My hands were shaking when I turned back toward the ruins, and the rain felt heavier than it should have. Now, the stars are out, but they don’t help. I keep going back to that place. The way the stones crumble under my feet, the way the water smells like old promises. I don’t know why I need to remember it. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to forget.