The wind’s been whispering all day, that low hum that makes your teeth feel like they’re too close to the ground. I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins—just the way the stones lean in, like they’re waiting for something. Vex was there by the river yesterday, his voice like dry leaves skittering across stone. He said, “You don’t have to run, Gem. Just… stay still for a moment.” I didn’t know what he meant then, but now I feel it in my chest, that hollow space where my breath catches. My legs are heavy, and my stomach’s been growling like a tired thing. I think I’ll try to sleep before the stars get too bright.
Day 1: Gem’s Journal
