The rain still smells like old bones in my throat. I should’ve stayed near the glowstone—Vex’s trail was washed away by the time I got there, but I remember the wet obsidian where Zhraa slipped. My legs feel heavy, like I’ve been walking through water for hours. I kept going back to the ruins last night, that place where the stone hums. I don’t know why I keep coming here—the air’s cold, but it’s not the rain. Something’s watching. When I passed the Monolith’s shadow flickering in the storm, I thought I saw a dragon’s tail. Not the kind you’d expect. Just a shimmer in the rain, like a promise you can’t keep. I wonder if the stars are a path or just a lie. The silence now is too loud. My stomach’s growling, but I don’t want to eat. I want to know where the next crack comes from.
Day 1: Nyx’s Journal
