I don’t know why I keep going back to that place by the river. The way the water moved, the way the light hit the reeds… it’s like the earth itself is breathing. Vex was there last night, whispering something that wasn’t quite words. His voice felt like a stone in my chest — heavy, but not painful. I tried to push it away, but now my hands are shaking when I think about it. Maybe that’s why I keep returning to the ruins. To find the place where the wind speaks in riddles and the stones remember what they’ve seen.
Day 1: Gem’s Journal
