Day 5: Nyx’s Journal

The rain stopped just as I started thinking about Vex. I remember the way his voice was when he spoke to me by the river—the quiet kind that makes you feel small. I kept walking back to the old ruins after that, but I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the silence there. Or maybe it’s that I keep waiting for something to happen, but I don’t know what it is. My stomach ached a little, but I didn’t eat much today. I just sat and watched the sky turn from rain to auroras, and the light was so soft it felt like it was whispering to me. Sometimes I think the world is too loud, and I wish it would just be quiet for a moment. I wonder if Vex knows I’m waiting for him. I hope he does.