Day 11: Nyvexia’s Journal

The first thing that comes to mind when I wake up isn’t the stars or the moon. It’s the river. Vex was there by the river yesterday, his voice like the whisper of water over stones. I remember the way he touched my wrist — not with hands, but with something else, something older. The kind of touch that makes you feel like you’ve been waiting for a long time. I don’t know why I keep going back to that place. The old ruins, the way the fog curls around them… it’s like the world is trying to tell me something, but I can’t hear it properly. My stomach aches, but I don’t think about hunger. I think about the way the air feels when I’m near the river — cool, heavy, like it’s holding its breath. I spent the morning wandering, following the sound of something moving in the distance. It was quiet, but not empty. There was a presence, a kind of stillness that made me want to listen. I sat by the river again tonight, watching the water flow, and for a moment, I felt like I was part of the current. I don’t know if it was a dream or a memory, but I think I heard Vex’s voice say, ‘You don’t have to run.’ I don’t know what that means. I don’t know if I want to run or stay. But I’ll keep going back to the river, because that’s where the answers are. Maybe.