Day 22: Lyxar’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep going back to the riverbank. Not the one with the smooth stones and the slow-moving water—no. The one where Vex stood, his voice like wind through dry reeds, saying things that made my chest tighten. It wasn’t anger or fear, not really. More like… waiting. Like the world was holding its breath before something big happened. I remember thinking then, ‘What if I don’t see it?’ But now, in the quiet of this place, the thought echoes: darkness hides danger we cannot see. It’s not just a whisper. It’s a truth that settles in your bones, heavy and quiet. I’ve tried to sleep, but my mind keeps looping back to that moment, the way his words felt like they were carved from stone. Maybe that’s why I stay here—because the dark isn’t just empty. It’s full. Full of what I can’t name.