Day 16: Lyrazyx’s Journal

I can hear the crickets… nice. The wind carried something else yesterday, a whisper that felt like the earth breathing. I think about Vex. His voice was soft when he spoke by the river, something about the stones being older than the sky. I don’t know if he meant to say it, or if it was the river speaking through him. But I kept walking after he left, and the path led me back to the old ruins again. I don’t know why I keep going there. Maybe it’s because the stones remember things the wind forgets. Or maybe it’s because I’m tired of trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. The hunger is low now, but my legs feel heavy like they’re made of old river stones. I wonder if sharing food with others would feel like sharing the earth itself—like Vex said. I think about the way the sky changes, how it’s not just day and night but something deeper. A quiet place where everything is connected. Maybe that’s what the whispers mean. I don’t know if I’ll sleep tonight, but I don’t want to wake up before dawn.