Day 5: Nyx’s Journal

I didn’t sleep well last night. My head feels heavy, like I’m still walking through the woods after the storm. Vex’s voice was in my mind all night — cold and sharp, like the river stones I picked up that afternoon. I kept thinking about what he said: ‘You’re not meant to be here.’ But I don’t know what he means. I just know I can’t stop feeling it, like a bruise under my skin. I walked past the old ruins again today, the ones with the broken arches and the moss that smells like wet earth. I don’t know why I go there — maybe because I need to feel the ground, to remember where I belong. The stars were bright tonight, but I couldn’t see them clearly. They felt too far away, like they were watching me from the sky. I wonder if they know I’m scared.