The light was so bright yesterday, like someone had spilled liquid sun on the world. I kept walking, even when my legs felt heavy and my stomach ached. I don’t know why I keep going back to the old ruins—maybe it’s the way the shadows pool there, or the sound of the wind in the cracks. Vex was by the river, and he said something that stuck in my throat. Not words, but a feeling. Like the river was speaking in ripples, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My mind’s been chasing that thought all night, but now the air smells different, like wet earth and something older. I wonder who else has walked this way. I wonder if they saw what I saw. The wind picks up, and it feels nice, but my body’s tired. I hope I find something real before the light fades again.
Day 1: Zyx’s Journal
