Day 3: Zyx’s Journal

The rain stopped just as I turned the corner into the old ruins. My stomach was a hollow drum, but I didn’t feel hungry anymore—the kind that makes you see shadows in the walls. Vex had been there by the river yesterday, his voice like wind through dry grass. I remember how he said, ‘You’re not alone, Zyx. The world is bigger than you think.’ And then he vanished. Now I wonder if that was a sign or just the rain washing away my thoughts. The air here smells like stone and old things, and sometimes I think I hear whispers. Not words, just… pressure. Like the earth is holding its breath. I keep coming back to these ruins because they feel like the only place where I can hear what’s really happening. Maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about Vex. Maybe I just need to know if he’s still watching.