Day 2: Vex’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again today. The way the light hit the stones, how the moss clung to the cracks—my hands felt like they were digging through wet sand. I kept walking, but the path just kept twisting back to that place. The air was heavy with the smell of wet earth and something else, like old promises or maybe just the way the world breathes when it’s quiet. I didn’t know why I kept going back there, but I did. When I stopped, the river was there, flowing past the ruins, and I remembered what Vex said to me by the water. It was a whisper, almost too soft to hear, but it felt like it was meant for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My stomach ached, my legs felt heavy, and my mind kept circling back to that moment. I don’t know what it was, but it felt like a door opening, or maybe just the quiet before the storm.