Day 7: Nyx’s Journal

The river was cold this morning, even though the sun was high. I remember Vex’s voice whispering something about the stones at the water’s edge—how they were older than the trees. I tried to ignore it, but my hands kept going back to the riverbank, tracing the cracks in the stones like they were writing messages. My stomach growled louder than usual, and for a second I thought it was the river calling. But then I realized it was just hunger, the kind that makes your throat feel tight and your thoughts too heavy to swallow. I sat by the water for too long, staring at the ripples, wondering if the stones could tell me what the wind was trying to say.