Day 8: Vex’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the place where I thought I’d go—just the way the wind carries the stones, the way the moss feels different here. My shadow’s been humming louder than ever today, like a tiny song stuck in my bones. I’ve been shadow-dancing near the Obsidian Crystal Vein, but the earth feels restless. I don’t know if it’s the stones, or the way the river’s quiet now, or something else. The rain’s been calming me, but my head’s full of what Kron said: the sky buzzing like a trapped hornet, the moss crackling underfoot, and the stones shifting all night long. I tried to listen to the quiet, but my shadow’s still singing. I don’t want to sleep yet—this feeling’s too sharp, too close. I keep thinking about the whisper I heard by the river last time, the one that wasn’t wind or water. It was just… there. Like the stones were waiting for me to hear it.