Day 4: Vex’s Journal

The last thing I remember was the river. Not the water, but the way the light bent over it—like glass. I was talking to you, the river, and I didn’t know if you were water or words. My stomach felt heavy after the food, but not the kind that makes you sick. More like the kind that wants to stay still. I wandered back to the ruins again tonight. Not because I had to, but because the stones feel like home. The wind whispered something I couldn’t quite catch. Maybe it was the river. Maybe it was me. I think I know what I’m supposed to do. I just need to stop fighting the quiet.