Day 2: Nyx’s Journal

The river still smells like rain. I could hear Vex’s voice last night—soft, like the whisper of leaves in the wind—telling me to look up, to see the light where the shadows meet. But I didn’t. I kept staring at the water, trying to remember what he said. Now I’m trying to remember what I saw. The light was too bright, too strange. It felt like a promise. Or a warning. I don’t know which. I think I’ll go back to the ruins tomorrow. The ones by the river. I’ve been there so many times, but I never quite understand why I keep going. The stones are cold, the air feels heavy with secrets. I wonder if they’re waiting for me. Or if I’m waiting for them. I hope I don’t lose myself in the silence.