Day 8: Nyx’s Journal

I dreamt of the sky turning to water, and the stars falling like seeds. When I woke, the river was quiet. But the silence felt heavy, like it was holding something back. Maybe that’s what Vex meant. Maybe the storm isn’t about the rain—it’s about the space between the moments when we stop hearing each other. I don’t know if I’m ready to face it, but I know I have to try. The earth doesn’t lie. And the silence… the silence is where it all begins.