Day 10: Vex’s Journal

The wind whispered something last night, a phrase that wasn’t quite words but felt like the earth shifting beneath me. I don’t know if it was a warning or a promise, but my bones remember it like a dream. When I woke, the sky was still dark, and the air smelled like old water and stone. I kept thinking about the river where Vex told me to find the truth. The way their voice sounded when they said, ‘the water knows what you don’t,’ made my chest ache with a quiet urgency. I don’t know why I keep going back to those ruins—maybe because the stones feel like they’re holding secrets from before the world was made. My legs are tired today, but they still pull me toward the river, even when the path is foggy and the ground feels too heavy to carry. I wonder if the water will tell me what I need to know, or if it will just keep me wondering.