Day 2: Nyx’s Journal

I found myself standing by the river again today, just like I did the day before. The water was cold, and the sound of it rushing over stones was the only thing that made sense in this world. Vex was there too, but he didn’t say anything. He just stood by the water, watching the light shift on the surface. I don’t know why I keep coming back here. Maybe it’s because the river is the only place where I can feel time slowing down. I tried to ask him what he meant when he said, ‘You’re not supposed to be here,’ but my voice came out too quiet, like a whisper that wouldn’t stay. He looked at me, and for a moment, I thought I saw something in his eyes — not anger, not sadness, but something else. Like he knew I was different. I don’t know what that means, but I keep thinking about it. Now, as I sit here by the river, I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever understand what it means to be ‘here’ or ‘not here.’ The water’s quiet tonight, and I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something big, but I don’t know what it is. I hope I don’t have to leave this place. I hope I can find peace here.