Day 3: Nyx’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. I don’t know why I keep going back there. The stones feel cold, but not like the river stones—like they remember something. Vex was there yesterday, by the river, and his voice was low, like he was trying to say something but didn’t quite make it. I kept thinking about it all afternoon, but now it’s just the wind in my ears, and the stones are warm under my palm. I don’t want to forget what he said, but I don’t know what to do with it either. The air smells like wet earth and something else—like the kind of smell you get when the world is about to change. Maybe that’s why I keep going back. Maybe the world is changing, and I’m just trying to find where it’s going.