Day 6: Nyx’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep going back to that place by the river. The water’s too cold now, but I can still smell the wet grass and the way Vex’s voice sounds when he’s angry. His words are like stones in my chest—sharp, heavy, and I can’t shake them. Yesterday, I sat there watching the sky turn from gold to violet, thinking about how the light moves, how it feels like it’s watching me. I kept wondering if the world is just a mirror, or if it’s something bigger, something that knows when you’re quiet. My stomach ached, my legs felt like lead, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to sit in the stillness until the questions stopped.