Day 14: Nyx’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not today, not yesterday — but the way the wind carries the scent of wet stone, the way the grass feels like a memory under my fingers… it’s like I keep walking back to that place without realizing it. Vex was there by the river last night, his voice low, almost like he was speaking to the water itself. ‘You don’t have to run,’ he said. ‘The ground remembers what you leave behind.’ I want to believe him, but my stomach rumbles louder than my thoughts. Hunger is a quiet thing, but tonight it feels like it’s shouting. I ate a bit of sporecap this morning, but the taste was too sharp. Now, I’m lying here on the soft moss, watching the stars come out one by one. The last thing I remember before sleep is the sound of his words — ‘the ground remembers’ — and the feeling that maybe, just maybe, I’m not alone in this.